Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“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.
“It would all come down to the steak, and it wasn’t succulent. It was chewy. They were attempting to fob off sirloin steak for that used in fucking casseroles and charge premium prices. Not fucking happening. Ah, here is a much better place.”
It was a drive-thru burger place. Not a large chain, just a couple spread throughout the country.
“Do you have any preference?” Enzo asked.
She shook her head. “Just order me what you think I might like.” She didn’t consider herself a picky eater, but so far, this had been more excitement than she wanted to ever experience.
****
Enzo was not going to have Bradley Taylor in his home. He wasn’t going to have that bastard near Harper, so he organized a meeting at a dinner in the middle of nowhere. The food was good, the coffee even better, and the man a loyal member of the Villa Mafia, who was happy to have his diner used for the more exclusive meetings.
He’d gotten all of Harper’s bank statements, and her account was empty. The dates and time stamps when money was taken out showed him she was telling the truth. She had no control over her money. This pissed Enzo off. Eighty grand, and she’d not seen any of it. Two hundred dollars of her own money, that was all. Her father had taken all of it.
The man was a vulture. He kept poking, trying to find the right person to give him the fucking lifestyle he so desperately craved. No one trusted him. Bradley was the kind of man that would turn for the right title and pay packet.
Enzo watched as he walked into the diner, chest puffed out, as if he had some kind of leverage and was some important person. There was nothing important about this little fucker. He hated him with a fucking passion.
“Enzo Castelli, it was a pleasure to receive your call.” Bradley slid into the booth and put his glasses down on the table.
He noticed several gold rings on his fingers, as well as a couple of chains around his neck.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, is there anything you need?”
“I want your daughter’s bank card,” Enzo said.
Bradley looked around at the diner, and he let out a little laugh. Enzo watched as he licked at his bottom lip. There was a slight twitch to the eye.
“You don’t need to worry about any of that. If Harper is giving you trouble, let me take care of it.” He reached out as if to touch him, and Enzo grabbed his arm and twisted it. All it would take is another inch, maybe two, for him to snap his wrist.
Bradley let out a little squeal, but no one came to his rescue. No one even blinked an eye.
He groaned. “Damn, dude, I have no idea what your problem is, but my daughter gave me her card, and she is crazy about money, loves the stuff. So, I’m saving for her future.”
“Do you know what I hate more than lowlifes who like to suck on the tit of those that feed them?” Enzo asked.
Another cry, and he had enough. Clearly, Bradley thought he had power, and all it took was another inch, and the bone snapped. The man before him started screaming. He’d tortured a lot of people in his time, and there had been those who had wrists broken, who gritted their teeth and kept their screams in so he didn’t hear them. Bradley was nothing like those men.
He grabbed the man’s other wrist and twisted it.
“How would you like to leave today with two broken wrists?” Enzo asked. “You using your daughter, taking her money, that ends today. Eighty grand is gone from her account. Actually, I believe it is seventy-nine thousand, eight hundred dollars that have gone missing.”