Page 26 of Savage Enemy

“Moscatelli’s men?” I demanded.

My second squeezed his eyes shut.

“Both dead in the front yard, boss.”

“How the fuck did they get into my house?” I shouted. “How did a fat old man get in undetected and reach my family? No way that whale scaled my walls. Someone had to see them. What about the surveillance?”

“Guards posted in the rear are dead,” Tony said. “So is our man on monitor watch in the gatehouse. Necks snapped. Moscatelli used the service entrance and stairwell for access.”

Dropping my gaze, I cursed at the loss of those Vignali soldiers. Good men who would be missed. I swallowed the fury burning my throat and shook my goddamn head.

Things needed doing, and only a clear mind would bring my girl back to us. Once I set a plan in motion, then I could afford to release the rage and channel it into something useful. Like a plan to kill every one of those motherfuckers.

I lifted my gaze to make eye contact with my second.

“Tony, how badly are you hurt?”

“It’s fine, boss. I’ll clean up in the shower and wrap myself with some bandages.”

As usual, he shrugged off his injuries, ready to keep going without taking care of himself. He never seemed to get how that only led to longer, more painful recoveries.

“No, Tony, call the doctor right away. Let him patch you up right—no half-ass bandaging. I’m not going to risk you getting sick. I need you back to one hundred percent sooner than later. And have him care for the wound on my son’s head as well. Go on, get it handled.”

Tony nodded. “If that’s your order, Stef.”

I gripped his shoulder with affection and nodded.

“There’s another rat in this organization. Moscatelli had inside info—he didn’t guess his way in. Look into that while you’re rehabbing. Rest here and keep an eye on the boy.”

Any Vignali man who could be bought by another family was a cancer. Something to be cut out fast.

I wouldn’t allow it to spread.

Nor would Tony.

He needed to keep busy while he waited for the doctor, or he would take on another task and end up unconscious, bleeding out before anyone could help.

I wouldn’t allow that either. I needed him.

More importantly, my son needed him now too.

“Bella,” I shouted. “Find my fucking phone.”

Thirty seconds later, the girl hurried down the stairs with my phone clutched in her hand.

“You and your aunt will stay here and take care of my son while his mother is gone. Don’t leave him alone. Understand?”

She nodded again, then ran back upstairs to Enzo.

With her out of earshot, I made a call to one of my capos.

“Rocco, get your cleanup crew to my house. Now. I want the Vignali men handled with respect… funeral ready.”

Those three men died in service to me. They would receive a proper soldier’s burial, so their families could mourn.

“As for the others, you know what to do,” I added. “Handle the house, whatever it takes. Don’t come back to me about the money, just get it done. I want it to look like nothing happened. I won’t have Val come home to this fucking mess.”

Rocco cleared his throat. “Just heard. On it already, boss.”

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