Page 88 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

In the real sense, my aim is for him to do the same just in case this is a ruse and he tries to poison me. One cannot be too careful in this world.

He chuckles knowingly, dipping his hand in his pouch and bringing it to his nose. I smile satisfactorily and motion for Elio to go ahead.

With the blade, Elio scoops some white powder and walks over to Enzo.

The silence in the room is palpable as Enzo’s man does the same thing, coming over to my side. They pour the heroin into our open palms and return to their positions beside us. Enzo squirms in his seat, discreetly glancing at his wristwatch.

“Well?” I say, my voice hard as I take in Enzo’s expression.

He falls back in his chair with a wry grin. “Sa(You know),” he begins, “I heard something interesting.”

My eyes narrow slightly at him. “Oh?Cos'è quello(What’s that)?”

He leans in just a little. “Word is there’s some bounty on your head,” he responds.

What?

I narrow my eyes at him. However, when I catch Enzo’s men shift, their hands inching towards their guns, it dawns on me what he’s doing. Slimy bastard, he’s fishing.

Instantly, I push the chair back and get up, just at the same time Enzo does, with that stupid smirk etched on his face. I sense Elio tense beside me, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Not yet. I shoot him a subtle gaze. He seems to understand.

Just then, I hear a vehicle pull up outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. I glance at Enzo whose eyes are fixed on the door as well.

My senses become alert. I reach for my holster, my hand grazing the cool handle of my gun.

“Who the hell are they?” Elio whispers, in my direction.

“Enzo, did you send for backup?” I ask, reaching for my gun, too. Elio already has his gun drawn.

Five men march into the warehouse, and the second my eyes catch their guns raised, adrenaline floods my veins. I dive behind a metal crate away from their view when, at the same time, the gunfire starts.

“They don’t look like Enzo’s men! I think Enzo’s set us up!” Elio yells over the gunfire. He’s crouched behind the crate next to me.

My blood pulses with fury as his words register in my brain. With a sharp nod, I signal to him, and we rise together.

The loud sound of gunshots echoes off the metal walls of the warehouse as we open fire on the bastards.

“Take them down!” I scream at my men, barely hearing my own voice over the noise.

The stench of burnt gunpowder fills the air, bullets whistle past, but my eyes zero in on Enzo. He’s a coward. He’s scrambling for cover, barking orders at his men like a cornered dog.

“Elio!” I shout over the deafening gunfire, “Tienili sotto tiro(Keep them pinned down)!”

Without waiting for a response, I charge forward, gunning down two of Enzo’s men with quick, precise shots to the chest.

I dodge behind a rusted steel beam as bullets whizz past, my heart pounding in rhythm with the gunfire. My eyes lock on Enzo’s retreating figure again as he sprints towards the back exit.

“Non oggi(Not today),” I mutter, raising my gun and firing three rounds in his direction.

The first one misses, but the second catches him in the leg, sending him stumbling. He curses, clutching his thigh as he drags himself to the door.

I move fast, and by the time I reach him, he’s on his knees, gasping, one hand pressed against the bleeding wound in his leg. I stand over him, my gun aimed squarely at his head.

“I should have known you fucking bastards were up to no good!” I sneer, my voice cold with fury.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide with panic. “No.Questo non era mai destinato a(This was never meant to)—”

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