The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 13 - Enzo

Once I know that Ava is going to be okay, I head to the basement. The fucker is handcuffed, legs and arms, to a metal chair. Considering the s**t I’ve done in here, it’s actually pretty clean. The cleaners I hire do a good job of removing blood stains from everything. He’s hunched over in the chair, breathing heavily, moaning slightly, and all I do is laugh. His head pops up and looks at me. Eyes so swollen, this bastard is lucky he can even see. I can see his teeth are knocked out, so that tells me my men have been trying to get info from him.

“He won’t tell us who hired him.” I look at Jared. I didn’t realise, but he, Greg, and Kyle are standing in the corner, blood splattered on their clothes.

“He’ll tell me,” I growl. I have a way that every man ends up spilling their guts with.

“His name is Santorini,” Jared confirms behind me. “It was the only thing he would tell us.”

Well, at least we have that. I approach him, not taking my eyes from his swollen ones. “Who do you work for?”

He lets out a guffaw of a laugh and spits at me. “f**k you, King!”

I grab him by the throat and squeeze until he can’t breathe. I let go once I see his lips turning a little blue. “I said, who do you work for?”

He just looks at me before saying, “I’ll never tell you.”

We continue the cycle of me choking him and releasing when his lips turn blue for half an hour. He’s not going to like my next move. I grab a knife I had stashed in my pants pocket and point it towards his d**k.

“If you don’t tell me who hired you to hurt Ava, I will ensure you never have s*x again.”

He looks at me in shock before pinching his lips shut again. I bring the knife closer to where his d**k is enclosed and swipe it down the zipper.

“Come on now,” I say with a smirk, and he still keeps his lips shut.

I tear at his pants to get them off and end up cutting them off along with his underwear. I grab his d**k and balls in one hand and press the knife to them as my final warning.

“Tell me who wants to hurt my woman!” I shout in his face and press the knife a little harder to nick him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” He screams in my face with abject horror. “It was Ignacio Greenwich!”

I pull my knife away and step back in shock. Did Ignacio do this? To his own daughter? What the actual f**k is he even thinking? I know from previous conversations with Ava that there is no love lost between her and her father, but this? This is next-level bullshit you would never do to family unless they betrayed you in a big way. She has been with me for the last few weeks, and anytime she hasn’t been, she has been in the office or had one of my men tailing her.

My anger rises at the thought of her father doing this. He may be her father, but even he has no right to touch my woman.

“I promise it’s true. He said she’s trying to take over his law firm and needed to be taught a lesson. I didn’t agree at first, but then he said he’d pay me one hundred thousand dollars to get the job done. Even gave my half before the deed,” he surmises.

My anger burns bright in my chest. I grab my gun from my shoulder holster and point it at him. “Well, I hope it was worth it.”

I shoot him between the eyes and return my gun to my holster. Jared approaches me from the side and puts his hand on my shoulder. “We will make him pay for this, Enzo,” he says to me in a growl. He’s lucky. I know he’s only growling because he’s annoyed about Ava.

“Damn right we will.”

-

I make my way to Ava and just watch her sleep. She’s so beautiful, and watching her at least alive is making my anger subside. Slightly.

She stirs a little and opens her one good eye.

“Hey, little vixen,” I whisper. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” she whispers back.

“I’ll go get Henry. He’ll give you some painkillers.” I get up to walk away, but she grabs my arm and squeezes.

“Please,” she begs. “Don’t leave me.”

I sit back down, grab her hand, and bring it to my mouth to kiss her knuckles.

“Of course, baby,” I say gently. “I’ll just call him instead, okay?”

“Okay.”

Once Henry gives her some painkillers, she’s able to sit up and try to eat and drink. Every time she puts a bite into her mouth, she winces. I can’t stand watching her in pain, but I do it because she wants me here. Ava wants me here and I will be there for her.

“Enzo?”

I lift my head, only realising now I’ve been really quiet. “Yes, baby?”

“Come here.”

I make my way to her bed and sit beside her on it. She grabs my face and kisses me lightly on the lips. Just a peck, and I wish I could just devour her, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“I’m okay,” she assures me. “I do have something to tell you, though. My dad hired that man. He told me when he first grabbed me.”

I put my hand gently on her face. “I know, baby.”

“Of course you do,” she chuckles in jest.

“What would you like me to do about him?” I ask.

She looks in my eyes, and I can see she’s thinking about exactly what to say to me. “All I ask is that you don’t kill him.”

I smile and give a little chuckle. “You are too good for my world, little vixen.”

She smiles as best she can with the tear in her lip. “Hardly. I watched you kill my ex and felt nothing except abstract horror at myself for getting turned on.”

I let out an almighty guffaw at her admission. “I felt nothing but confusion about the fact that I wanted you so much I wanted to f**k you right there and then while his body starting to rot on the ground,” I admit.

Her eyes dilate with arousal as she thinks about my admission. “I would have let you.”

My c**k starts to fill with arousal, and I kiss her. She winces, and I pull back to check if she’s okay.

“I’m okay, I promise,” she reassures me. “Maybe no horny talk until I’m able.”

“I’ll try,” I admit. “I’ve wanted you since our first meeting, and I’ll always wait for you.”