{Enzo POV}
I filled the glass on the table with liquor and brought it close to my lips, taking a quick sip. The burning sensation did little to calm my nerves as I fixed my gaze on Mr. Lucky sitting opposite me.
“Enzo, your father has so many enemies,” he muttered, brushing a hand through his gray stubble. “Finding the killer won’t be that easy.”
My grip tightened around the glass as I dropped it on the table. “I don’t care how long it takes. Until I get my hands on that person, I won’t stop.”
Mr. Lucky gave me a sympathetic look. “I understand, Enzo. I’ll talk to Mathew and see if there’s any lead on our major suspect.”
I looked away, feeling my nerves quicken. At first, when the incident happened, my main suspect was Brian, but he had an alibi. Then it all fell back to the assassin
