Chapter Sixteen
“W hat do you mean she ran away?” I roared at Enzo through my phone.
Beneath me was quite the ungrateful guest, thrusting and thrashing hysterically.
Then again, I did have my foot pressed against his windpipe, slowly crushing his airway, suffocating him in the same manner in which he’d murdered my father in prison.
The only sad thing about killing Nolan Duffy was that I could only do it once.
“By the time I got there, she’d slipped away,” Enzo muttered in disbelief and more than a little fury. “What the fuck did you expect me to do? Teleport her back to the building?”
Enzo was Vello’s enforcer. He was good with a gun, even better with a knife, and had a talent for making dissident camorristi and foes either bend the knee or disappear. I knew taking this babysitter job wasn’t something he wanted or expected.
He thought it beneath him to babysit a hot piece of ass who happened to be married to a billionaire who worked with them. But he wasn’t going to make a big stink about it. Unlike his brothers, he wasn’t a complete shit.
“She didn’t use the elevators or the stairs,” Enzo lamented. “Filippo had our soldiers manning every corner of the hospital. I thought she was a dumb civilian?”
“Civilian, yes. Dumb, no. She took the morgue elevator, probably.” I massaged the bridge of my nose, pressing my foot harder against Duffy’s throat.
My gorgeous, intelligent wife. Always one step ahead.
“Find her for me. After you do, you become her personal detail until further notice. Our business is contingent on you keeping her safe.”
“Filippo—”
“Is just a soldier,” I finished for him. “I want the best.”
“You think my brothers will let you waste my time shadowing a secretary when I have an empire to help run?”
I could envision him sticking his fingers in his floppy, heartthrob hair.
“Dude, no offense, but you’re just one person.”
“One person is all it takes to destroy an empire.”
I hung up the phone and smashed Duffy’s throat with my boot, shattering his hyoid bone into dust.