Page 34 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
The women that worked for the mafia worked freaking hard, and they provided a lucrative income. They asked them to stay clean, keep it on the books, and not betray them. In turn, they got paid for their services and were also protected. No one hurt the Villa Mafia whores and got away with it.
Enzo, himself had taken care of a few clients who thought they were well within their rights to hurt their women. They soon learned they had to be gentlemen and were not allowed to use their fists.
Finding the door, he opened it and stepped inside. The woman on the bed was completely naked, but she nodded her head and slid out from underneath Bradley, who was fast asleep. She didn’t even look back to the bed, just grabbed her clothes and quickly rushed out.
He closed the door and flicked the lock into place.
There was a small en-suite bathroom, and Enzo made his way into the bathroom and filled up a mug of water. He made sure it was icy cold, and before that, he’d already put on a pair of brass knuckles. When he hit Bradley, he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted this bastard to look in the mirror every single day and realize his mistakes.
Stepping toward Bradley, he saw the other man looked so happy and peaceful. All Enzo saw was the split lip and the bruise on her cheek, as well as the tears in Harper’s eyes, and he tossed the water into Bradley’s face, waking him up. Before he even had the chance to come around, he brought the cup across the man’s face, making him cry out. He wasn’t too gentle either, as the cup broke. Letting go of the handle, he wrapped his fingers around Bradley’s neck and tossed him across the room.
He was going to have to pay for all the damages to the room, but he had a feeling it was going to be totally worth it just to hurt this son of a bitch.
Bradley scrambled to get to his feet, and he wasn’t able to get far as he came at him and grabbed him by his hair. He did what he saw him do to Harper, and slapped him hard, only the brass knuckles were able to do a lot more damage. Enzo was pretty sure he saw a tooth fly out of the man’s mouth. He let go of his hair and pulled him to his feet.
“If you ever go into my home again and hurt her, I will come for you. I will make you pay.” He pulled back his fist and slammed it into his gut. Drawing back, he punched him in the face.
With every passing second, his anger was getting the better of him. All he could see was how helpless Harper had been, and the fear. She was clearly used to being hit by her father, and that just made him even more angry.
The arm that had the cast on, Enzo grabbed, pulled, and then slammed it down against his knee. Bradley started to scream. The bone had snapped. There was no puncture wound so he’d not broken skin.
He grabbed Bradley’s hair and pulled hard. He drew back his fist, so he could see.
“What are you not going to do?” he asked.
“I didn’t do anything,” Bradley said. “She’s a liar.”
“I watched you. You think I don’t see everything? I watched you tamper with my security. I watched you shove open my fucking door, and I watched you hit her. Don’t fucking lie to me.” He was enraged and there was no way he was coming down from it. This bastard had invaded his home.
Bradley had set out to hurt Harper. What kind of monster fucking does that? Especially a father? He was sickened by him. The very thought of Harper being alone with this piece of shit for eighteen years was just too much.
He brought his fist down and punched Bradley so hard, he knocked him out with the first try.
Enzo was no coward. He didn’t hit men while they were down. Right now, he couldn’t kill Bradley, but he could certainly hurt him. He shoved the man with his toe, and of course Bradley didn’t wake up.
Enzo took a deep breath and straightened his jacket. Pulling off the knuckle duster, he shoved it into his pocket and then preceded to make his way downstairs. A couple of guards were waiting for him.
“He’s upstairs. I want him disposed of in the street, far from here. Clothes removed so that he has to make it home naked. Am I understood?” he asked.
Both guards nodded, and he looked toward the woman and gave her a nod, to which she did the same to him.
He left the brothel, climbed into his car, and drove back home. He unlocked the security gate and drove forward, waiting for it to close before he drove the small distance up the long driveway.
His hands shook with anger. Tonight, he should have killed Bradley Taylor, but he had to wait for Marcus Villa to give the fucking order. Bradley was actually worth something, in his desperation to seek a title. He got jobs done that many could not. He could beat the ever-living shit out of him, but there was no way he was going to be able to outright kill him.
Running a hand down his face, he made his way inside his home, locking the door. At the sound of noise coming from the kitchen, he walked toward it, pulling his gun from out of his pants, only to quickly put the safety back on, and put the gun away.
Harper was in the kitchen, and she stood by the counter with a large carton of ice cream open and a spoon already coated in ice cream.
“Hey,” she said.
“You’re awake.”
“And you left.”
“I had to take care of some business.”
Harper looked at him and nodded. The bruising had started to come out, and her lip looked painful. This just made him wish he’d actually hit him a second time. That first time had knocked the bastard out cold.
