Vengeful Matrimony | ✔️

Chapter 58

NICHOLAS

"What are your stances on hunting?" I asked, earning weird looks around the room. "Well?" I probed when they remained quiet.

"Why? Are we going hunting?" Enzo asked from where he sat on the couch with his eyes glued to the papers in his hands.

"I'm thinking of it. It's been a long time," I admitted, twirling a ball pen absentmindedly between my fingers.

"A long time? You've been going around hunting in the past?" Matteo asked, arching a brow at me.

I nodded. "With my dear old uncle," I drawled sarcastically.

"What was it like?" Evander asked, leaning forward with interest in his eyes.

"Blood. Lots of blood," I replied, my lips curling up in a smirk. "And sometimes, flying limbs."

"We're not talking about animals here, are we?" Evander asked, his teeth flashing with a grin.

I grinned back at him. "I never mentioned animals. I just said hunting."

"True," Enzo muttered under his breath.

Evander jumped to his feet, cracking his knuckles in excitement. "Count me in. So, who are we hunting?"

"Sit the fuck down, Evander." Matteo sighed, massaging his temples as though he were tired of Evander's antics. "You're not going hunting."

"But the boss man just said..."

"Forget what the boss man said. You're not mindlessly killing people."

I dropped the pen on my desk, standing from my chair. "Pretty bold of you to assume I'd do as you asked, Matteo. I'm going hunting, and that's the end of it. Don't you have to round up money from the capos? That's your job as an underboss."

Matteo ignored my question. "So, you're just going to go around killing people for the fun of it?"

Hm. He was getting pretty bold lately. Maybe I was too friendly with them.

I glowered at him, making my way to the door. "I never said that. We set our prey into the wild, and we hunt."

"And who are the preys?"

***

"I know you're fucked up and all, but this is cruel," Nicolo mumbled as he slipped out of the car. He arrived at the club on my way out, and he'd come with me. According to him, he'd rather not sit in my office and wait for my return.

"I didn't ask you to come along," I reminded him, watching as Evander and Salvatore made quick work of letting our four prisoners out of the truck.

The latter looked a little green. In my opinion, if he could run his mouth, talking shit, he could definitely handle this.

"You're not gonna kill the kid, are you?" Nicolo asked, eyeing the youngest of the bunch. He couldn't be a day older than twenty.

"No."

His crime wasn't as serious as the rest. I'd suspected that the traitor was in my inner circle, and he'd make a move during the issue with the gun shipment. I guessed right. We caught the kid snooping around the D'Onofrios port, or so he thought.

The port I gave everyone an address to wasn't the one the D'Onofrios used, but I'd stationed a few men there to see if anyone showed up. The kid did with a camera in his hand, taking pictures of the place.

I hadn't gotten the chance to question the kid because Giselle had taken up most of my time. I couldn't push this back any longer.

The other three were most definitely going to die today while running for their lives, with fear crippling their hearts the same way Giselle had felt. They didn't have to know that, though. I'd let them have a false sense of security before I took their lives. Marcello had exchanged his life for theirs.