Page 26 of Rome for the Holidays
Vincenzo knew Carlo was home, trying to find all the men who helped Enzo, and had so far, found three that were waiting for Vincenzo to get out of the hospital.
He wanted to personally deliver their death sentence, and he couldn’t wait.
He had too many things going on at home that sorely needed his attention, and he would be leaving today, no matter what the doctor said.
His mother hadn’t left Elio’s side and had a guard with her at all times, despite the hospital not wanting to bring attention to Elio.
Vincenzo didn’t care. His mother would be safe no matter where she went. He refused to allow her safety compromised.
Aldo was on the mend, and itching to get back to work, but Vincenzo knew he would need time to heal.
When the door to his room opened, Vincenzo looked over to see Carlo standing there, a small bag and one of his suits in his hand.
“I thought you might want this when you walk out of here.”
Vincenzo nodded, “Thank you.”
“You are welcome. Are you ready to get home?”
“More than ready. As soon as I’m dressed, we are leaving. My mother knows this.”
Carlo inclined his head, “Elena is worried, but I won’t allow her to come. There is still too much unknown. After you get back, you can speak to her.”
Vincenzo nodded, “I will.”
He went to the bathroom, opening the bag and seeing deodorant, his toothbrush and toothpaste and a comb inside.
He brushed his teeth, put on the deodorant, though it hurt a little to lift his arm, and brushed his black hair out of his face.
He pulled on his pants, then grunted as he put the shirt on.
It pulled at his stitches and his arm protested the movement, but Vincenzo didn’t care.
He tied his tie, and put the coat on, once more grunting at the pain that streaked through his arm, but he ignored it.
When he walked out, Carlo handed him his cell phone, “Gio called at least twenty times. I told him not to get involved.”
Vincenzo shook his head, “He is my right hand. Just as you are my left. He is as much as involved in this as you. I’m only glad he wasn’t in the crossfire.”
Carlo raised an eyebrow, “He is loyal to you?”
Vincenzo nodded, “He is the only other man I trust, aside from you and Aldo.”
Carlo said nothing, “Is he ready for this life?”
Vincenzo shrugged, “He knows his role. Let me worry about him.”
Carlo nodded, and they walked out of the room, and a nurse tried to stop them, but Vincenzo just stared her down, and she turned and fled.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Carlo led him to a car, getting in the driver’s seat.
“I took care of your father’s body. It’s in the basement morgue. On ice. I know you wanted to be the one to bury him. The others were disposed of.”
“Good. Thank you. Did you send Agosti’s head back to his family?”
Carlo nodded, “His and the men he brought with him.”
