Page 9 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“Wow, you’re hungry,” she said, with a little laugh. This was not awkward at all.
She looked past his shoulder, and several men entered the café.
Enzo didn’t change, didn’t flinch. She counted six men, and none of them looked small.
She picked up her knife and fork, and she was a little nervous, as they looked in Enzo’s direction. She also noticed the way several women left checks and made their way out of the café. Staff moved behind the bar, and Harper just sat there and cut into the steak, which was rare, and she hated her steak rare. The sight of the blood made her feel a little sick.
“Would you care to swap the steak for your potatoes?”
“You shouldn’t be here,” the largest of all six men said, grabbing a chair and pulling it up to Enzo’s table.
“I eat where I want to eat.”
“But I thought I told you—”
He didn’t get to finish his threat, and Harper tensed up as screams erupted. Enzo had pulled a knife out of his jacket and imbedded it into the man’s hand. He’d slammed it down so hard, there was no way it was coming out easily. She tried not to panic or feel sick, but that was a little hard to do, seeing as blood seeped out. Harper couldn’t help but lift the cloth that covered the table, and look beneath to see the tip of the blade had gone through the wood.
By the time she sat back up, Enzo also had a gun pointed at the man’s head, while the other five men had guns pointed at him.
This was not good. This was going to end badly. There was a chance she was going to die today.
“What have I told you about telling me what to fucking do?” he asked.
The man growled. He was clearly in pain.
She didn’t know what was happening. All she knew was Enzo was clearly the one in control. He cocked his gun, and the man flinched.
“All right, all right, all right,” he said.
“Get your men to put down their guns, and they are to fucking leave right now,” Enzo said.
There was a pant, and she watched the man nod at his own men to do as Enzo said. One by one, they put their guns down and did as Enzo requested.
“You can leave,” Enzo said, and he pulled the blade from his hand. “But the next time you come to where I’m eating and attempt to threaten me, I’ll cut your dick off, do you understand me?”
The man didn’t say a word, but he nodded.
Any appetite she had was gone. Enzo cut into his steak and took a bite, chewing it before spitting it out.
“Disgusting.” He dropped his cutlery, and held his hand out. “Come on. I’ve got a better place to go.”
Harper couldn’t do anything other than slide her hand in his and follow his lead. He was the one in charge, and she felt a little terrified, but it was kind of exciting.
They left the restaurant, and the men were already gone.
Enzo put her in the passenger side of the car, and she figured they would drive off, but instead, he put the car into reverse and backed it into the café, smashing the windows and damaging furniture along the way. She had no idea what was going on.
“I think we can find a better place to each lunch.”
She just turned to look at him. “What the hell was that?”
“Irish Mafia, they decided to open a little café, which I told them to close down, but they insisted on keeping it open. Today, they were sent a message. They do as I tell them, or they get hurt.”
“Irish Mafia?”
“Yep, they’re small, but they’re growing, and they think they can take from the Villa Mafia, but not on my grounds.”
“Did you have any intention of eating there?” Harper asked.
