Cries of His Heart (Italian Billionaire's Heart BWWM)

Chapter 20: Where is She?

            Don Salvatore and his posse strutted through the lobby of Patrick Doyle's office building with a menacing demeanor. Mrs. Grogan, the receptionist, stepped on their path but was quickly brushed aside by Don Salvatore. His battalion of men followed closely behind as he stormed past her and towards Patrick's office. The secretary cried out for them to stop before picking up the phone to notify Patrick of the impending danger.

Don Salvatore spun around with a smirk on his face, relishing in his power that allowed him to do whatever he pleased. With a single gesture, he commanded his men to remain outside while he made his way inside. He pounded his fist against the door and waited for an answer from within. The muffled sound of Patrick's voice came through the walls, confirming that Don Salvatore had finally arrived. Patrick Doyle's eyes widened as he saw the towering figure of Don Salvatore walk into the room, his luxurious suit barely concealing the bulging muscles that rippled underneath.

"What brings you here, Don Salvatore?" Patrick asked hesitantly, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. Don Salvatore chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm sure you already know, Patrick." he said smoothly as he strode further into the room. "You've been crossing lines and interfering where you shouldn't. I can't have that."

Patrick swallowed hard, aware of the danger he was in. He had always known that his dealings with the Don's brother were risky, but the money and power had been too tempting to resist. "Don Salvatore, I swear I did not mean to overstep — "

Don Salvatore's eyes flashed with rage as he bellowed, "Save it!" his booming voice sliced through the air like a cleaver and silenced Patrick in an instant. His glare seethed with a dark fury that seemed to pulse with palpable energy. "I'm here because you and my brother have been working together — but he has kidnapped my FUCKING WIFE. So, if you want to keep breathing for the next five minutes, tell me what you know."

Patrick's heart raced as he scrambled to come up with an explanation that would satisfy the Don. He knew how brutal Salvatore could be, and he didn't want to imagine what he would do to him if he didn't like what he heard. "Don Salvatore, I did not know about your wife. I swear on my life!" Patrick pleaded, his voice shaking with fear. "I've only been working with your brother on business deals, nothing more."

Don Salvatore's expression softened slightly as he listened to Patrick's words. He could tell that the man was genuinely terrified and didn't have any knowledge of his wife's abduction. He couldn't let this go. His wife was out there somewhere, and he needed answers to find her. "I don't believe you." he growled, his fury returning. "But even if you're telling the truth, you're still guilty by association."

Patrick felt a chill of terror run down his spine as Don Salvatore's hand slowly slid towards his gun. "Patrick, I never liked you." he said with venom dripping from his voice. "You tried to take away my territory on Long Island and then I found out that it was you and my brother who ordered the hit on my parents. So don't mistake this for kindness; you are just as guilty as him." Don Salvatore narrowed his eyes. "When I find him — and trust me, I will — he is dead. This is your last chance; tell me where my wife is. Did you help him kidnap her!?" Suddenly Don Salvatore snapped his fingers and his men streamed into the office, easily subduing Patrick's Doyle's men, and taking their guns. Fear coursed through Patrick's body.

"This is for my father, mother, my business and my wife." He thought as he was about to aim.

Enzo stared in terror as Don Salvatore pulled his gun from its holster and took aim at Patrick Doyle. His men, who had already backed away, stood still, and watched, their eyes wide with fear. With a deafening crack, the gun discharged, and the room filled with smoke. Patrick lay slumped on the floor, lifeless.