𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

Three

Enzo

It took everything out of me not to stay, but I had business that HAD to be delt with."Portami a casa." I told Sandro as I adjusted myself to be more comfortable. {Take me home.}

He nodded while I stared out the window, looking at Azelia's apartment.

Soon, bellissima.

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"Dove sono I miei soldi, Vince?" I scoffed. {Translation: Where's my money, Vince?}

"I don't have it." He spoke before spitting out blood. Dominic had done a number on him, his body was covered in cuts and bruises & blood was everywhere. It was such a beautiful sight.

"Don't lie to me." I scoffed before reaching down to grab my gun, I was tired of waiting.

"Like I told you before I-"

I shot him in his leg before he could even finish, smirking at his agony as he screamed out in pain.

"Where is it."

"I'm not telling you anything." He spat.

Fine. 

"I know you have a daughter; Riley, right?" I smiled as his eyes grew wider.

Bingo.

"She's what? 10 years old, looks just like her mother."

"I swear to god, if you lay a finger on her-"

"You'll do what?" I laughed, "Don't make empty threats Vince, it won't end well for you."

"Do you want to see her?"

"You sick basterd, where is she?!" He yelled.

"Daddy?" She cried out.

"Riley! Its go-going to be alright, are you okay?"

I smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I'm scared" She whined.

He looked so worried for her; too bad it wasn't actually her.

"Ryker Massimo, has it now. Please, let my daughter go!" He cried out.

I stood up, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

I walked over to the door and grabbed my phone that was sitting right on the table by it. Holding it up so he could see the voice memo.

"Y-you lied to me." His muttered, as I slid my gun up to between his eyes.

"So did you." I smiled & shot him right then and there, watching him as his body went lifeless.

"Get someone to clean this shit up." I groaned to one of my men as I walked out of the room.

Ryker Massimo.