Enzo
A few days had passed since that incident. And every single moment, I regretted being an asshole to her. At least, she was showing me her face. But after I threw her off of my lap and hurt her, she just stopped showing me her face. She would wake up earlier in the morning, make me breakfast and hide in her room again. And when I get back home from work, I would only see food placed on the table. She would be in her room.
I had complained why she didn't get me anything for lunch. She started making lunch for me as well. But I couldn't see her. A loud knock on my office door pulled me out of the frustrated thoughts that I couldn't get rid of. I couldn't focus on my work at all. All I could think about was the woman living under my roof, yet not showing me even a glimpse of her. And it was fucking with my mind.
“Come in!” I spoke in a gruffly tone. The door opened and Monty stepped into my office.
“Boss, we have found the one who has been leaking news to Armani. He is on the torture room right now.” Monty informed me about the serious matter we had in our hands. I didn't wait for him to tell me who it was. His tone was serious enough for me to know that I need to confront the traitorous bastard myself.
I got off of my seat and we walked straight to the basement, where I knew my men were holding that traitor. Monty opened the door of the torture room for me. The moment I stepped inside, I was welcomed by the painful screams of the traitor.
A chair was placed in front of him for me. I took my seat and my men took a step backwards. “Start talking!” I growled at him angrily. I was already in a sour mood. I just wanted to get over with him and go home.
“Boss! Monty is wrong about me. I never turned against you. Please, I can never go against you. You have to believe me.” He was begging me to believe him. What made me laugh was his opinion about Monty.
My dark laugh froze the room. Everyone fell silent, as if no one was even breathing. I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees. “Give me one reason to doubt Monty's work and I shall let you live. Just one reason for me to doubt Monty. You have your chance.” I gave him the reason of a doubt he wanted so badly.
He looked at me then at Monty. Then he ran his gaze all over the place, as if trying to figure out what he could say in that situation. After a few minutes, he narrowed his head in defeat. Of course, he had no reason he could think of to raise a doubt against Monty's work.
Monty was my right hand man for a reason. He was the best of the best. Whenever I handed him a task, he came back to me with the results until he had tested all the aspects and cleared all the doubts that might have been raised in his head. A smirk appeared on my face as I knew he had already given up.
“Get out, everyone. It's time my traitor and I have a personal chat alone.” I ordered everyone who was present on that torture room. No one dared to question me. They all turned around and left as I stood up from my chair. Taking my jacket off, I walked toward the table that had torturing tools. I grabbed a nose please, a shocker and a hammer. I stuck my tools on my belt. Rolling my sleeves up, I walked back towards the traitor.
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When I stepped out of the torture room, the traitor had already died. I just tortured him enough to get the truth out of him. All of the truth. Once he said it all, I just went ahead and gave him his sweet release, from his painful and pitiful life. I was wiping my hands with a napkin as I stepped out.
The looks on everyone's faces made me wonder what really happened. “You went overboard, boss. It was too much torture for too little information.” Monty informed me why everyone was staring at me funny. Well, they were all petrified.
“I was pissed because of the situation at home. I took my frustrations out on the bastard. Who the fuck cares? He was about to die anyway.” I growled in frustration as I walked back to my office while Monty was following me behind.
“Your wife is still giving you silent treatment?” Monty asked me. He opened the door of my office for me. I entered while gritting my teeth in anger.
“Yeah! She is not even showing me her face anymore. It's been days like this.” I growled in annoyance, throwing the napkins in the trash can.
“Why don't you talk to her mother? Last time you were in this sort of trouble, she was the one who helped you fix things.” Monty spoke calmly. With a frown on my face, I was staring at him. He gave me a small smile and left. I was literally cursing at myself for not thinking about that idea.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled Isabella's number. She picked up almost quickly. “It's been a while, Enzo. How are you? How is my daughter?” As soon as she picked up, she asked me about us and it only made me frown deeper.
“She hasn't talked to you lately, has she?” Without thinking, I mumbled out.
“No! She hasn't called. What is going on?” I could hear panic in her voice. I slapped myself mentally for not being careful.
“We had an argument…” and with that, I began explaining everything to Isabella. She quietly listened to me.
“So let me get this straight. You called me because your wife, is acting like a wife?” I frowned in confusion when I heard her.
“Is that what I said? Did you even listen to a word that came out of my mouth?” I asked angrily, getting frustrated because of her drama.
“Enzo, I heard you loud and clear. But I think you might have lost your mind. You need to know that you can't have it both ways. She is no longer acting like your niece. She is being a wife who is mad at her husband and he didn't even apologize.” It was the first time she was screaming at me, and man it made me nervous.
“Don't fucking call me again until you have a reason. My daughter is upset because of what you said. I would be as well. Who would say such a thing to his wife? You need to apologize to her if you want to see her face again.” She growled at me like a mad mama bear.
“But I am not so good with apologies.” I gritted those words out and earned an angry grunt from Isabella.
“You know it better than me that she couldn't care less about the words, but the effort is what she appreciates. You are the one who taught her that because you were never fucking good with your words.” She growled at me again and hung up before I could have asked what I was supposed to do. Growling in frustration, I threw my phone on the wall.