"IF ONLY"

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

ENZO'S POV

I was on a phone call with one of my clients, they were ordering more weapons for some fight they were going into.

Though, I never cared to ask questions. I just got my men to handle the packaging, and loans we gave out to wealthy company's in need.

Though we all knew what would happen when they didn't pay back on time.

"What the f**k is this." Dante barged in, interrupting my important phone call.

I glared at him in annoyance. 

This asshole is lucky our mother's were friends when we were kids. If he wasn't like a little brother to me, I would've already shot him where he stood.

Dante dumped a box on my desk, making a loud bang. 

I only rolled my eyes at what he was getting at. Turning around as I rubbed my temples, groaning in frustration.

"Some matters just came to my attention. I'm going to have to call you back." I hung up, placing the phone down before I could get a reply.

"You're not going to explain." Dante glared, going through the box. Tossing the journals and photo frames out.

I only sat down on my chair, leaning my elbow on the armchair. Looking at him with boredom as he took out all of Alina's belongings on my desk.

"I put them in the trash for a reason." I spoke up, lighting up one of my cigarettes. 

Dante only chuckled.

"Reason? You mean that slut you dry humped the other day? That f*****g reason, Enzo!" 

I banged my hand on my desk, pointing my finger at him.

"Don't you dare f*****g judge me, Dante. I'm warning you." I said coldly, glaring daggers at him.

"Judging? You think this is me judging!?" He shouted back. "I'm trying to make sure you don't f*****g regret what you're doing, you piece of s**t!" 

I only laughed harshly.

"Regret? What is there to regret more then I already do, huh?" 

"She's f*****g gone, Dante! She's dead! It was my fault, I did this to her. And you're warning me about regret!?" I stood up. Laughing out loud, a tear escaping me.

"Just, put it back where you found them. Or keep them. I really couldn't give a fuck." I said quietly, sitting down as leaned my head on my palm.

"No." Dante said looking down at me. I looked up, not having the strength to argue.

"Because she's not dead." I only rolled my eyes.

"Don't. Okay, just don't." I spoke sharply.

Dante turned and walked towards my shelves, grabbing the box that held Alina's ashes.

I snapped my head, glaring at him.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing." I said warningly.

"This isn't her." Dante said, but my eyes were on the box instead.

"Put her down, Dante." I said urgently, getting up from my chair.

"This isn't her, you f*****g moron! She's still out there! Waiting for you!" He said angrily, glaring at me.

"Please Dante, don't do this." I begged.

But Dante only glared at me in frustration. Throwing the box on the ground, as her ashes spread all over the carpet.

I fell to my knees, trying to gather them together. Her ashes covered all over my hands and knees. My head slumped in defeat as I felt my heart break once again.

"Get out." I whispered.

"For f**k sake, it's not her Enzo." Dante replied.

I snapped my head glaring at him.

"Get the f**k out! And don't you think about returning!" I got up, yelling at him.

"You're so f*****g delusional." He chuckled darkly.

"I don't want to see your face again, you understand me." I said coldly, standing dangerously close to him. I couldn't hold the disgust in my tone as i glared at him.

"They really found your weakness." He smirked at me. "Don't worry, I wont return. Not even when I find her." I turned and stormed out of the room.

I went into my room, packing my things. And grabbing the evidence and clues I found for finding Alina.

Then I was gone.