Chapter 87: Chapter Eighty Seven

*Enzo*

Three days ago.

Bullets were flying everywhere as men from all sides start coming out of nowhere on the highway. My father’s men rush to the scene and all I could do was lay back against the car, gritting my teeth as the windows shatter above me. I hear a thump land on the ground on the other side and I quickly look under the car to see the driver shot and killed. I wasn’t sure where my uncle was, but I could hear him cursing up a storm somewhere nearby.

Then someone slams against me, jerking me to raise a fist to slam in their face just to see a frantic man that was a part of my father’s crew.

“Sir! We need to get you out of here!” He yells over the chaos that was happening all around us.

“My uncle?!” I yell back just as a blast of a bullet hitting one of the tires causes the car to jerk dramatically.

“Fuck!” The man curses as he tries his best to cover his head from all the flying bullets and debris falling on our heads. “He’s the one ordering me to get you out!”

Shaking the broken glass from my hair and shoulders I peek over the window part of the car to see the SUV of the enemies side in worse shape than this car was. Dead bodies were dropping around them, but they were just as in bad shape as we were. I look around me for the first time since the fight went down. There were a lot more cars that appeared out of nowhere, probably from somewhere off in the distance but not to far as they waited for the signal of something bad happening.

Which it freaking did. What was the point in all this anyways? I shouldn’t be here if this was going to be the outcome. Was my father even aware that this was a trap to lure me and my uncle to our deaths? They weren’t even Russo’s men, but Moretti’s. Which brought me to the real danger at hand. What Charlie had sent me before all hell broke loose.

Moretti has Gabby.

So, does that mean that Alejandro is already allowing him to take over everything even though there was no way in hell she was marrying the bastard? Then it really hit me of what was going on. They knew about me and Gabby. They wanted me dead so I would be out of the way from getting her back. But they didn’t count on one thing. Gritting my teeth I snatch the gun from the man who was still next to me, looking about to piss his pants, from his grasp and I grip his suit jacket pulling his face close to mine.

“Get yourself out of here and back to my old man. I’m not going with you. They have something of mine that I intend to get back regardless of what happens to me. You tell my shit face of a father that. If he wants a son that acts like him so badly then he fucking got it.”

Letting him go with a shove I no longer pay attention to him as I cock the gun and shove away from the car myself. Leaning through the broken window I aim at the other driver and don’t hesitate to pull the trigger watching as my aim hits him right in the temple where his focus had been somewhere else. Remorse doesn’t fill me that I just made my first kill in this infested mob life that my father has been forcing me into all my life.

I was angry. Rage fills me as I stand and continue to shoot anyone that wasn’t on my side. All I could think about was Gabriela and how sacred she must be right now. How vulnerable they made her feel. I was going to kill that bastard Dario if he so much as lays a single finger on my girl.

I reach the front end of the car just as my gun becomes empty. Crouching down I toss it away and come face to face with Uncle Tone, who was bleeding from his arm and his left side and was breathing with difficulty.

“You look like shit.” I say as I grab the gun from his grip and check to see how many were left.

“Fuck you.” He chuckles and then winces from the movement.

“You dying?” I ask as some of our men came up to shield us from others that were still shooting at us, but they were losing big time.

“Nah. Just a flesh wound, be up and running around by tomorrow morning.” He grins looking pale with perspiration beading his forehead.

“Fuckers took us by surprised huh.”

“Barely, I had an intel tip me off moments before it happened. Honestly, this is something we should have prepared for.” I frown at him. “And you call yourselves mobsters.” I couldn’t help taunting him.

He raises a hand and flips me off.

I stand back up and don’t think twice about heading straight for the SUV, pointing my gun and shooting as I did killing two more men until I slam the barrel against one of the men’s forehead who looked scared worse than that other man I ordered around. Speaking of, I hear tire squeals in the distance with a vehicle driving off like hellhounds were after them.

Staring dead in his eyes, I grit out, “You’re not Russo’s men are you?”

I watch as his Adam’s apple bob with nervousness. “I’m not telling you shit so kill me already.” He spats.

Anger flushing through my veins even more I take the butt of my gun and slam it hard against his nose snapping his head back and the sound of a crunch loud in the air. Instant blood gushes from his face as he quickly grabs his nose with an annoying wail.

“You broke my fucking nose!” His voice came out nasally.

Putting the gun back at his head, I spit out, “You’re Moretti’s men. Is he doing Alejandro’s dirty work now?”

“Fuck you!”

Taking the gun I point right at his knee and don’t hesitate to shoot. The scream from him was piercing and he slumps to the ground in a heap, now clutching his leg.

“Not going to answer are we?” I sigh heavily feeling agitated that I was wasting time to get to Gabby, who needed me. “Perhaps he’ll tell me then.” I nod my head to another man that was lying face forward on the ground with a foot pressed hard against his back to keep him still.

He looked young, too young. Younger than Dom. I snatch my gun away and start walking over to the kid instead. Crouching down to his level I point it right at his eye. “I won’t give you a chance like I did with that dipshit. If you refuse to tell me what I want to know this bullet is going straight through your eye.”

I see the pure fear in his eyes as tears rolls down his cheeks. I knew without a doubt I was going to break him. Young kids like him could never withstand the pressure when death was staring them in the face. I open my mouth to ask the same questions again, but I didn’t need too.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you anything you need to know! Please don’t hurt me!” He cries out pitifully.

“You shut your mouth you piece of shit!” The broken nose guys muffles looking angry as all hell.

I turn to him but didn’t need to say anything as one of my father’s men kicks the man to ground and then steps onto his busted knee, making the man scream a second time, leaning down as he says, “That’s enough out of you fucker or you’re about to get another busted up knee, you hear me?”

Turning back to the kid I say, “Tell me what you know, and I’ll think about letting you be completely unharmed based on your answers.”