Chapter 33 #2
I pull one of them up and slam my fist into his face, satisfied with the snap I hear when his jaw dislocates. I turn around and kick the other one in the chest. He falls back against the wall with a cry of pain.
“Who hired you to attack my warehouse?” I demand to know.
“I-I don’t know,” the one I just kicked answers.
“Are you sure you have it in you to take a beating from me? I’m not known for my mercy,” I tell the man currently looking up at me with fear etched across his entire face. Just then, something occurs to me. “Do you know who I am?”
“N-no,” he whimpers.
“Then why the fuck were you attacking my shit?”
“The man who hired us wanted us to open fire on the place because he said the person who owns the warehouse stole something from him,” he explains.
“Well, let me tell you who I am. Does the name Enzo Andretti mean anything to you?” I ask, and see his eyes widen.
He shakes his head while the one with a broken jaw lets out a whimper.
“That is who I am. It seems as though you’ve heard of me, so tell me, do you think I have the time or need to steal anything from anyone? ”
“N-no, sir,” he stammers.
“Glad you seem to still have a brain in there. Tell me who hired you, and I’ll make your deaths quick. If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll make sure to go after every member of your family and kill them one by one because of your foolishness,” I threaten.
“I-I don’t know, sir,” he snivels.
Before I can even say another word, my phone rings.
I grab it out of my pocket just in case it’s my wife.
She’s close to her due date. She could go into labor at any moment.
When I look at the screen, it’s not her.
It’s an unknown number. I don’t know why, but something tells me to answer it, so I do.
“Yeah?” I answer. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence on the other end.
“You move fast, Andretti. Thanks for that, by the way. It made my job so much easier,” a voice says into the phone, their voice filled with glee. It’s masked by something, so I can’t really tell who it is on the other end of the line.
“Who the fuck is this?” I snap.
“That’s not important right now,” he tells me.
“Were you the one who sent those men to attack my warehouse?”
“Ding. Ding. Ding,” he says, chuckling into the phone. “I guess you’re not as dumb as you look.”
“Why the fuck did you send all those men to die for no reason?” I question. Then follow up with another one because of something I figured out. “Why the distraction?”
I had concluded earlier that those men were sent as a distraction. They were sent to die because none of them were experienced enough to be made men.
“You’re asking the wrong question,” the asshole sneers.
“What question should I be asking then?” I grunt into the phone, already losing my patience.
He pauses for a second before answering, and my whole world changes in an instant. “You should be asking where your wife is.”
I can hear the smile in his voice, as my world and vision narrow to a single point. I couldn’t speak for a second. “Is this some kind of fucking joke, you piece of shit?” I snap.
“No. Call and see if you’ll get through to her. See if she answers. You took something that didn’t belong to you, and now I’m taking back what’s mine,” he says before the line goes dead.
“Motherfucker!” I bellow, rage coating my voice.
“What’s happening, boss?” Aldo asks, rushing over to where I’m standing. I hold up a finger while I dial…
My wife, no answer.
Giana, no answer.
Bruno, no answer.
Umberto, no fucking answer.
I slam my fist into the wall, a pained howl leaving me. Not because of the pain in my hand but because of the pain in my heart and my fucking soul. My pregnant fucking wife!
“Somebody took my pregnant wife!” I yell, rage coating my every word. “The attack was a distraction, just like we knew it was. But what we didn’t know is that they used it to take my fucking wife!”
Whoever took her is going to feel my wrath because this wasn’t just about business anymore. The asshole responsible for this made it fucking personal when he decided to take my pregnant wife. I’m going to fucking kill them all.
Just then, one of my men runs into the room, frantic and panting.
“Boss! There was an accident. Umberto’s dead and Bruno’s in surgery at Northwestern Memorial.
He’s in pretty bad shape, and we don’t know yet if he’ll make it.
Giana is also injured pretty badly, and the six guards they had with them are all dead.
They were attacked and… and Mrs. Andretti was taken,” he bows his head, most likely hating that he’s the one who has to give me the news.
I grab my gun and shoot the prisoners before instructing two of my men to clean up the mess as I walk out of the room with the rest of my men following behind me.
“What’s our plan, boss?” Aldo asks.
“Get all our men over here now,” I tell him, and see he already has his phone pressed to his ear.
It feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. The only thing keeping me going right now is the utter rage that’s fueling me and the need to find my wife. I won’t rest until I do.
“We find my wife, no matter what it takes. Or the whole of Chicago will feel my wrath when I turn the streets red and burn it all to the motherfucking ground.”