Page 38 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
Enzo turned to look at Marcus. The gun was still in his hand.
There were ten people at the table, and Enzo knew not a single one of them were important. Perhaps Bianca, but even her parents were not here. These were all Marcus’s puppets, made to do his bidding. He was pretty sure a few of them were servants that Marcus owned.
Marcus sat back and clapped his hands. “Well, that was certainly a show of emotion.” He looked down toward the floor. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”
They were both grunting, but they were also on the floor, as he’d shot them both in the leg.
From the moment he walked into the party, he had known something was about to go down. He hadn’t expected to see Harper. Marcus had lured him out of his home, and that must have given him the chance to go in and get Harper, without him realizing.
“Get out,” Marcus said to the table, and everyone but Bianca left the room.
“Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Enzo asked.
Bianca sighed. “He is a little too bad-tempered for me.”
“You’re not going to be his wife,” Marcus said. “So, you’d ruin your reputation for a cleaner?”
Marcus got to his feet, and Enzo still held the gun within his grip.
“After what you did, and what I had to put up with, you owe me,” Enzo said, looking at Marcus.
“Bianca, leave,” Marcus said.
Bianca looked upset, but she didn’t put up a fight, and she sighed as she stepped out of the room.
Now it was just him and Marcus.
“So, you’re going to waste your chance on a cleaner?”
“What do you have against her?” Enzo asked.
“You’re a Capo, that is good blood.”
“Good blood. I took your sloppy seconds, and she killed my family and my kids,” Enzo said, speaking out for the first time.
Isabella hadn’t been a virgin, and that was because she’d been mistress to Marcus Villa. No one else knew. Marcus had come to him with a favor. That simple favor would cost him so much.
“I apologized.”
“And you owe me. You owe me for my parents, and for my kids, and for my reputation,” Enzo said.
Marcus was a good head of the mafia. Enzo didn’t want his job, and when the man wasn’t being an asshole, he was good at what he did.
“Once you take her, there is no going back,” Marcus said.
“She’s already pregnant with my kid,” Enzo said. He took a step closer to Marcus. “And I love her. She came to me a virgin, which is more than I could say about my first wife.”
“I had no idea what Isabella was capable of.”
“It was a cry for help,” Enzo said. “You keep taking these women from good families and using them. Selling them off to your Capos to make good wives, and you think they don’t fall for you. You think they don’t want to finally be the one to have the fucking boss, the head of the Villa Mafia. Isabella wanted that spot. She coveted it, and hated every single woman you ever showed an interest in. Killing my family, taking my kids, was her way of wiping the slate clean for you. That is all she wanted.”
Marcus had gone pale.
“And to you, she’d been an easy woman to fuck,” Enzo said. “I kept your secret and it will go with me to my grave. No one else will ever know why Isabella did what she did, or that she even fucking did it. We covered our asses.”
“What about your cleaner?”
“Harper knows that Isabella killed my family and my kids, but she doesn’t know the reason, and she never will. She’s no longer just a cleaner. She is my fiancée. Harper will be mine, and I will marry her, and you will see her as such.”
