Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight,
Enzo,
I sat in my chair, surrounded by my men, as the club door flung open. My eyes locked onto the woman who'd dared to bring the police to my territory. She pointed at me, her voice ringing out with accusation. "That's him, officer! That's the man who kidn*pped my friend after she took a bullet for him!"
I recognized her – the same woman who'd confronted me when I caught Zylaria. My anger simmered, fueled by her audacity. I wished she were a man, so I could deal with her once and for all. But I had rules – I didn't touch women.
The only woman I'd ever wanted to hurt and will hurt was Zylaria, and now she was pretending to be someone else. My gaze turned deadly as I stared at the woman. The police seemed to sense the danger emanating from me, their faces pale with fear.
The inspector's voice trembled as he faced her. "Wait! You brought us to arrest Enzo Alessio?" His tone was incredulous, but I knew he'd soon realize his mistake.
I stood up, my men moving in sync with me. My eyes never left the woman's face. She seemed frozen in place, unaware of the danger she'd just courted. I took a step forward, my gaze piercing through her. The police took a step back, their guns trembling in their hands.
My men closed in around them, forming a tight circle. The woman's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of fear. But it was quickly replaced by determination. I admired her bravery, but it wouldn't save her. She'd crossed a line, and now she'd have to face the consequences.
One of my men, Marco, stepped forward. "Enzo, I know her. She's Sapphire, the bartender who worked here a few months ago."
I didn't care. I strode over to the police officer and snatched the gun from his hand. Marco's eyes widened as I aimed the gun at his foot and pulled the trigger. He cried out in pain as the bullet ripped through his flesh.
"Mi dispiace, capo," Marco muttered, wincing in pain. (Sorry, boss.) I glared at him. "Never interrupt me again."
The police and Sapphire were shivering in fear. I turned to her, my masked face hiding my expression. "Who gave you the audacity to bring the police to my territory?"
Sapphire's eyes were wide with fear as she tried to speak. But before she could utter a word, one of my men slapped her hard across the face. She stumbled back, her eyes welling up with tears.
The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and Sapphire's body trembled. My man's handprint was already forming on her cheek. I took a step closer to her, my eyes blazing with anger.
The police cowered, their guns slipping from their hands. "Please, Enzo, don't hurt us," one of them begged. But I didn't respond. My focus was on Sapphire.
I leaned in closer, my voice low and menacing. "You're going to pay for your mistake, Sapphire. Oh, yes. You're going to pay dearly."
Sapphire's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flash of defiance. But it was quickly extinguished by fear. She knew she was in grave danger.
I reached out and grabbed her chin, my grip tight. "You're going to tell me everything," I growled. "Who told you to bring the police here? What do you know about my business?"
Sapphire's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to speak. But my man's slap had left her reeling. She stumbled over her words, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin. "I don't think you're listening," I whispered. "You're going to tell me everything, Sapphire. And if you don't... let's just say you won't be leaving this club alive."
The police were frozen in fear, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. They knew they were no match for me and my men. Sapphire, on the other hand, was trapped. And she knew it.
Sapphire's voice trembled as she spoke. "I don't know anything about your business, Enzo. I swear. I only came here because you have my friend Carolina. Please, you have to let her go."
Her fear was palpable, and I could smell the urine as she lost control of her bladder. A warm patch spread across her pants, and I couldn't help but notice.
A wicked smile spread across my face as I released my grip on her chin. "You're lucky I don't beat women, Sapphire," I said, my voice dripping with menace.
I walked back to my seat, my eyes never leaving hers. "You see, I have a rule. I don't touch women. But that doesn't mean you're safe."
I turned to the police officers, who were still frozen in fear. "You two," I said, my voice cold. "Slap each other. For being foolish enough to come here."
The officers hesitated for a moment before obeying, their slaps echoing through the room. They were shaking with fear, but they knew better than to disobey.
I turned back to Sapphire, my eyes filled with a cold, calculating fury. "Your friend will pay for the mistake you just made," I growled.
With a sudden shout, I pointed to the door. "Get out! Within a second, you're out of my sight!" Sapphire and the police officers didn't hesitate. They turned and ran, desperate to escape the wrath of Enzo Alessio.
As they fled, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the club, and I watched them disappear into the night. My men followed close behind, ensuring they didn't stop running until they were far away from my territory.
I turned to Marco, who was still nursing his wounded foot. "Take care of that," I said, my voice cold. "And make sure Sapphire doesn't forget this lesson."
Marco nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. He knew what I meant. Sapphire would be watched, and if she made one more mistake, she would pay dearly.
I sat back in my chair, my eyes scanning the room. The police had been humiliated, and Sapphire had been warned. But Zylaria the supposed carolina... was a different story altogether.
I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Take care of Zylaria," I said, my voice low. "Make sure she understands the gravity of her friend's mistake."
The line went dead, and I leaned back in my chair, a cold smile spreading across my face. This was just the beginning.
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