Chapter Thirteen.
1020 Words
Enzo's POV.
"I hope you are coming in with something tangible," I said, lifting my head slowly as my second in command walked in.
Gardini Deluca.
He was my second in command but could also pass as my best friend.
Yes.
He was the closest person I have ever had for years.
Sticking with me even when I had nothing.
"There wasn't much I could gather; that was a nasty attack," Gardini responded, closing the door behind him.
"I will be a dead man then," I joked, referring to my father's threat.
"So, I have narrowed down the list of suspects acting as a mole for the enemy. I think that will be our first step," Gardini answered, placing a sheet of paper in front of me.
"Suspects..." I drawled out.
"Considering how the attack was carried out, it must have taken time to be planned out. Also, whoever is behind it knew we were expecting those goods within this time. So, I tracked down all of our men and all their activities since the last three months, and after that, I narrowed down the most suspicious ones. That's how I got the list," Gardini explained.
Talk about effectiveness.
Gardini is an excellent problem solver, and while he wants to go over the papers, reading into everything, I would rather just drive a bullet into a man's heart.
It's way quicker.
But he was my eyes and ears.
And since he was more rational than I would ever be, we settled for doing things his way.
It was cleaner.
My methods are always messier.
"So, we need to keep an eye on these men?" I said, reading the list.
"Yes, I already have our elites doing that. However, we lost so much from the attack, a total of three hundred million worth of goods," Gardini answered, replacing the list of suspects with another file.
Apparently, he had accounted for every single thing that was stolen.
I rubbed my temples, opening the file mindlessly, "How are you able to do all this?"
"Well, someone has to do this. We need to restrategize. Our security plans and system have to change, including your movements as well. I have replaced some of the men and compensated the families of the ones we lost, but for now, we should stay away from the clubs..."
And then he went further with all the amazing grand plans he had in mind to keep all our businesses afloat while we remained low for a while, but at some point, I spaced out.
When he mentioned the club, my mind just drifted back to the night I met Sofia, and then I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Yesterday, I was in a bad shape, but the urge to constantly test her and push her out of that shell she's in wouldn't even spare me.
And so, when I asked for a blowjob, she went down on her knees like the pretty little thing that she was and got to it.
It was wonderful!
Mind-blowing in the real sense, and even though she walked out in anger, I could see the pride in her eyes and the satisfaction written all over her face.
She liked it.
And until she comes to terms with that, we might as well just keep fighting.
"Roses or Lilies?" The question slipped out of my mouth as Gardini froze for a second.
"What are you talking about?" He threw back at me.
"If you were a lady and a man was to gift you flowers, which would you prefer? Roses or Lilies?" I repeated, picking up my car keys.
"I...I don't even know how to answer that. What is going on?" He asked again.
"Nothing," I answered.
"Enzo, please, we have serious issues on the ground, and I need your full attention on these matters, so...."
"Roses are too bold, right?" I asked again.
"Enzo..."
"I trust whatever decisions you make for the businesses. I will take a look at the ideas later tonight, and we can discuss them later," I continued, rising from my chair.
"Your father might drop by today; he would want to see you putting effort into this, Enzo," Gardini pointed out.
"To hell with him. If he shows up, give him the list of suspects and explain how much time we might need to capture the criminal. It's not like we are witches who can read everyone's mind," I commented, patting his back.
"Enzo..."
"Have a nice day, Gardini," I added even before he could complete his statement and then walked out of the office.
So, I don't know how I ended up here, but I ended up in a flower shop, the one down the street from my office.
Usually, whenever Isabella starts dropping hints about receiving flowers, I immediately put a call to a florist and arrange for a bouquet or something and either get it delivered to her doorstep or have one of my men pick it up.
But today, when I thought of Rose, I could only think of flowers.
And for some reason, the urge to do it myself just stuck with me.
I didn't just want to get flowers; I wanted something with deep meaning and, at the same time, light.
"Why are you getting her flowers?" My conscience pricked me as I took another turn in the store.
"To show appreciation, of course," I answered right back, my eyes falling on a bouquet of beautiful white dandelions.
Absolutely perfect for her.
I indicated my interest in the bouquet, swiped my card, and waited for the florist to wrap it up. While she did that, she just had this smile on her face.
"What do you think?" I heard myself say.
"An excellent choice," she replied, her smile growing even wider.
"Good then."
Once she was done, I carried the bouquet back to my car, and just as I slid in, my phone beeped.
A text message from Isabella's Father.
"Meet us for dinner at eight."
One-line sentence that spelled trouble for me, even when I thought this day was going just fine.
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