Page 22 of Rome for the Holidays
He went to the training room, seeing the other men training.
He knew they hadn’t heard the gunshots because this room was soundproofed.
Carlo looked over, whistling to get everyone’s attention.
“What is wrong?” He looked pointedly at the gun Vincenzo still held at his side.
“My father is dead.”
Everyone stood at attention then, their faces filled with shock, “What the fuck?” One of them asked and Carlo’s eyebrows rose, “He died? What happened? Enzo told us none of us were allowed to guard your father today. That he had the meeting with the Agosti’s, and nothing would happen.”
“Enzo lied to all of you. He is also dead. By my hand.”
Carlo’s eyebrows rose even higher, “He made a deal, didn’t he? That fucking bastard.”
Vincenzo nodded, “He did. Told the Agosti’s to take out both my father and me. They weren’t expecting me to be quick on my toes, or that my father would be prepared for anything in his office. If my father had been at his desk, he would still be alive.”
Carlo nodded, “Enzo probably warned the Agosti’s to make sure Vincenzo didn’t sit at his desk.”
Vincenzo nodded, “He didn’t. We need to figure out who is loyal to Enzo. Someone had to have helped him.”
Carlo walked over to him, “I will prove my loyalty to you, don.”
He dropped to his knees in front of Vincenzo, baring his throat, “On pain of death, I swear my loyalty to you and to the Salvatore family.”
Vincenzo looked down at Carlo, “Do you swear you had nothing to do with the assassination of my father?”
Carlo nodded, “I swear.”
Vincenzo took a deep breath, “You will help me find the moles that hide in our midst.”
“I will find them.”
Vincenzo looked around at the men standing around them, “If one of you helped Enzo, I will kill you myself. Slowly. Your entire family will face my wrath.”
Some of the men swallowed hard, and one man glared at him.
Vincenzo looked down at Carlo and flicked his eyes to the man glaring at him.
Carlo got to his feet, turning his body slightly to see the men in the room and with a blur of movement, rushed the glaring man, slitting his throat open and watching as blood flowed from the wound.
The man dropped to his knees, wheezing through his ruined throat, and fell face first to the mats.
Several men took a few steps back.
Vincenzo raised his chin, and one eyebrow, “Anyone else wish to confess now? The longer this takes, the slower your death. Carlo took Guido’s life quickly.”
No one said a word, but Vincenzo looked over them all.
Carlo had them well cared for.
Vincenzo just had to take care of the guards that were in front of the house.
Not one of them had come during the commotion with the Agosti’s.
Normally, they would come running, but no one had this time. He knew they were in Enzo’s pocket.
Vincenzo went to the gun safe, taking out another pistol, and loading the one he already had with fresh bullets.
