Page 126 of Ruthless God

“And I will kill you,” I said. “But first, you’re going to tell me where this house belonging to Enzo is located.”

My brothersand I took a group of our men to the house little Denny had said. Right now, he was still alive, though he was barely hanging on. I needed to make sure he gave us the correct location.

As for the coordinates on his phone, I sent them to Emilio as a little present for this tenuous alliance between us.

The video confession Romeo took of the fucker, ratting out Enzo, would be sent to the top-ranking men, including the old traditionalists who would have followed Enzo to the ends of the earth if they thought it would help him overthrow me. I wasn’t convinced those fuckers weren’t involved in this. But they were smart, letting Enzo do all their dirty work, so for now, they got to live.

The sun was just setting over the horizon, and even then, the air felt stilted and dry. The sand around us made it tricky to navigate undetected.

Still, we found the house.

Outside stood two men, whom I assumed belonged to the Bratva. We hid behind a cluster of boulders nearby.

“It looks like we found the right place,” Elio said quietly beside me.

“What’s the plan?” Matteo asked.

I shook my head. “We wait for Enzo to show up.”

Matteo came into my line of sight then. “Will he show up tonight?”

“Yes, I have men watching his house. He’s not home, and he is not anywhere in his usual places.” He hadn’t gone anywhere since I killed Marco. I was almost positive he would show up.

And sure enough, a rumbling of an engine sounded out to our left just moments later. The Russians stood on high alert until the black car came into view. They recognized my uncle’s car, and they didn’t feel the least bit threatened by it.

Everything Denis said had proven to be correct so far.

Enzo got out, and the men opened the door for him to get in the house. He said something to one of them before he disappeared inside.

They moved to the trunk of his car, carrying a few loads of grocery bags. So, not only was he hiding them, but he was also feeding them.

How nice of him.

I signaled for my brothers and my men to move.

We spread out over the property.

I had men move to the back of the house, standing guard in case anyone tried to escape. Romeo and I snuck up behind the two guards. They spoke to each other casually in Russian. My understanding of the language was a little rusty, but I was sure one of them just called Enzo an Italian dog.

I nodded at Romeo, and we grabbed the man from behind. Their throats were slit before they could think to call out for help.

Elio was by the window, and Matteo was by the door.

“Do it,” I said.

Matteo opened the front door and threw in a smoke bomb.

Screams erupted from inside, and the first cockroach came crawling out. Matteo punched him in the side of his head and threw him over to Romeo before turning back to the entrance and waiting for more to emerge.

The first few were stupid enough not to have their weapons in hand when they got out. Those were easy to deal with.

The next batch was smarter, but we still had the element of surprise on our side.

I watched as my brothers took on the men. I was waiting for Enzo.

The fucker was mine. I had been waiting for the day I could kill him. And once the video circulated, there would be no questions among my men that Enzo deserved it.

Movement from the second-floor window caught my attention.

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