Page 10 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“It would all come down to the steak, and it wasn’t succulent. It was chewy. They were attempting to fob off sirloin steak for that used in fucking casseroles and charge premium prices. Not fucking happening. Ah, here is a much better place.”
It was a drive-thru burger place. Not a large chain, just a couple spread throughout the country.
“Do you have any preference?” Enzo asked.
She shook her head. “Just order me what you think I might like.” She didn’t consider herself a picky eater, but so far, this had been more excitement than she wanted to ever experience.
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Enzo was not going to have Bradley Taylor in his home. He wasn’t going to have that bastard near Harper, so he organized a meeting at a dinner in the middle of nowhere. The food was good, the coffee even better, and the man a loyal member of the Villa Mafia, who was happy to have his diner used for the more exclusive meetings.
He’d gotten all of Harper’s bank statements, and her account was empty. The dates and time stamps when money was taken out showed him she was telling the truth. She had no control over her money. This pissed Enzo off. Eighty grand, and she’d not seen any of it. Two hundred dollars of her own money, that was all. Her father had taken all of it.
The man was a vulture. He kept poking, trying to find the right person to give him the fucking lifestyle he so desperately craved. No one trusted him. Bradley was the kind of man that would turn for the right title and pay packet.
Enzo watched as he walked into the diner, chest puffed out, as if he had some kind of leverage and was some important person. There was nothing important about this little fucker. He hated him with a fucking passion.
“Enzo Castelli, it was a pleasure to receive your call.” Bradley slid into the booth and put his glasses down on the table.
He noticed several gold rings on his fingers, as well as a couple of chains around his neck.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, is there anything you need?”
“I want your daughter’s bank card,” Enzo said.
Bradley looked around at the diner, and he let out a little laugh. Enzo watched as he licked at his bottom lip. There was a slight twitch to the eye.
“You don’t need to worry about any of that. If Harper is giving you trouble, let me take care of it.” He reached out as if to touch him, and Enzo grabbed his arm and twisted it. All it would take is another inch, maybe two, for him to snap his wrist.
Bradley let out a little squeal, but no one came to his rescue. No one even blinked an eye.
He groaned. “Damn, dude, I have no idea what your problem is, but my daughter gave me her card, and she is crazy about money, loves the stuff. So, I’m saving for her future.”
“Do you know what I hate more than lowlifes who like to suck on the tit of those that feed them?” Enzo asked.
Another cry, and he had enough. Clearly, Bradley thought he had power, and all it took was another inch, and the bone snapped. The man before him started screaming. He’d tortured a lot of people in his time, and there had been those who had wrists broken, who gritted their teeth and kept their screams in so he didn’t hear them. Bradley was nothing like those men.
He grabbed the man’s other wrist and twisted it.
“How would you like to leave today with two broken wrists?” Enzo asked. “You using your daughter, taking her money, that ends today. Eighty grand is gone from her account. Actually, I believe it is seventy-nine thousand, eight hundred dollars that have gone missing.”
“Stop, please. You can have her card. You can have her. I told you when she came to work for you. You can do whatever you want with the bitch. She is yours for the taking.”
“You’ve got three weeks to get a hundred grand to give back to your daughter. That’s eighty you owe her, and twenty interest, do I make myself clear?”
“I can’t get that kind of cash in time.”
“You better find a reason to, otherwise I am going to start cashing in with broken bones, and it will be your body I start with,” Enzo said.
He didn’t break the second wrist. He wasn’t completely cruel, although it would have been easy to just kill him.
“Three weeks,” he said, and waved his hand to let him know he could go.
“I don’t know what Harper has said—”
He pulled out his gun, took the safety off, and pointed it at his head. “I hate liars, and trust me, Bradley, I know you’re lying. Do you want to go down that road? If you do, I will end you today.”
Bradley didn’t say another word and scrambled out of the diner.
