Twisted Obsession

24 - Business

Lorenzo Vincelli

After reading my father's letter, the weight of his final words lingered in the air like a haunting melody. The revelations stirred within me a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and a deep-seated determination to uncover the truth he had tried so hard to conceal. With each passing moment, the intricate web of secrets and legacies woven by my father seemed more daunting, yet I knew i had to face it and figure it out. Trying to put this aside for a bit, I focused my attention on Riccardo who was currently held captive my Federico and right now that was my priority. Ans once again, I was back in my private jet, flying across the country to Tuscany to get Riccardo home.

After an hour and a half we landed in Tuscany and two cars picked us up. I sent Gianna and my mother in one of them to our father's house here. Elliot, who had flown all the way from the states, was here to tag along with me and Alessio because he was still grumpy and emotional over the fact that Federico left without saying goodbye to him. I told him to forget about Rico and that he was a waste of time but Elliot didn't budge.

"Boss." Emiliano greets me and I acknowledge him with a nod. He opens the door for me and I get in the Rolls Royce. Elliot gets in the front passenger seat with a smile, excited like we were going on an adventure. "Like you had asked sir, I have my men situated just a few minutes out of the Rodriguez manor. They'll be ready to move in whenever you need them."

"Good. I want a few snipers in position with their eyes on both brothers at all times."

"Yes, sir, right away." He nods, making a phone call to his assigned men, setting things up immediately.

As Emiliano drove up the winding path leading to the luxurious estate nestled in the heart of Tuscany, the breathtaking beauty that surrounded me. Lush vineyards stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the warm Italian sun bathed everything in a golden glow.

But amidst this serene landscape, there was an undeniable tension in the air. Men armed to the teeth stood guard at the gates, their steely gazes scanning every approaching vehicle with suspicion. I knew they were there to ensure that only those with the proper authorization could enter this exclusive sanctuary.

As my car rolled to a stop in front of the imposing gates, I could feel the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on me. One of the guards, a burly man with a stern expression, approached my window and motioned for me to roll it down.

I obliged, meeting his gaze with a cool, unwavering stare. He didn't flinch. Instead, he reached inside the car, his hands deftly searching for any hidden weapons or threats. Satisfied that I posed no danger, he stepped back and signaled to his companions.

With a mechanical whir, the gates began to swing open, paving the way into this realm of power and influence. As we drove through, the opulence that surrounded me—the manicured gardens, the sprawling mansion, the air of privilege that permeated every inch of the estate was not what I was expecting to be their taste. I was expecting blood painting everything like something out of an action movie.

As we got down from the car, two men, formidable in their stance, awaited him at the entrance. They nodded curtly as I approached, their eyes assessing him with a mix of respect and caution. Lorenzo returned the nod, his own gaze steady, betraying none of the nerves that churned within. They pat us down once again, probably just Federico's way of ridiculing us.

The grand doors swung open, revealing a palatial foyer adorned with marble pillars and intricate frescoes. Elliot was in awe, a smile on his face. "Woah." his eyes were everywhere.

Alessio grabs my arm from behind, stopping me. "Enzo, we're walking into one of the most dangerous places unarmed, are you sure this is fucking wise?" My brother panics, breaking a sweat and I couldn't help but smile. He wasn't wrong but I spent years navigating through the world of organized crime. This wasn't going to be any different. Plus, fear isn't a luxury I can afford at such a time.