Page 1 of The Devil
Chapter 1
ENZO
Enzo Oliveira 37. Jenna Doston, 26.
Pulling the trigger, I watch as the bullet slams into Nino’s head. It takes a couple of seconds before blood starts to trickle down between his eyes and over the bridge of his nose.
My tone is emotionless as I say, “Untie him and get rid of the body.”
Nino worked three years for me, and during all that time, he pocketed two percent of the sales he made without my permission.
As I stare at the dead body, I hate that he got away with it for so long.
I feel nothing as I watch men, whose names I haven’t bothered to learn, take down Nino’s body.
You only feel emotions if you care, and there isn’t a single fucking thing I care about.
My eyes move over the group of men, and I wonder which one of them will be the next to betray me.
If there’s one thing growing up on the streets has taught me, it’s never to trust anyone. People will only betray or rob you blind.
During my childhood, I had to fight for the barest necessities, and now it’s a constant battle to protect the empire I built with blood and pain.
John moves closer to me and clears his throat before he says, “Sorry to make a shit day even shittier, but we’ve got a problem in Aurora.”
My eyes flick to his, and when he doesn’t continue quickly enough, I give him an impatient look.
It’s been seven years since I met John in the US. He was drifting through Vegas, desperate for any job. At first, I employed him as a scout, but he slowly worked his way up to the position of my right-hand man.
If I were forced at gunpoint, I’d admit that he’s one of the few people I can tolerate spending time with.
But do I trust him? Not by a long shot.
There are only four people on this planet I trust. Five years ago, I formed an alliance with four other crime bosses. Dominik Varga, Santiago Castro, Cassia Dimitrou, and Leo Toscano. They’ve all proven their loyalty over the years. Whenever one of the members has a problem to deal with, they all help out.
I haven’t been in the position where I’ve needed their assistance, but word has spread about our alliance, and it’s made people think twice about stirring shit with one of us.
I know Santiago and Dominik have become close like brothers over the years, and Leo often works with Cassia.
I’ve assisted the group a few times in the past, but I mostly keep to myself. Even when we all meet on the island we purchased, back when the alliance was formed, I keep to myself.
It’s the way I prefer things.
Growing up an orphan on the streets of Portugal, I’ve always been alone. It’s made me antisocial as fuck, and I’ve never been able to get the hang of interacting with people.
The wildness of fighting to survive every single fucking day of my life is ingrained too deep into my bones.
John lets out a sigh. “There’s an MC club that keeps making trouble. The factory is up and running, but it’s in their territory.”
I tilt my head and gesture at him with my gun. “You recommended building the factory in Aurora and said it was a quiet area.”
Sweat beads on his forehead, and he uses his forearm to wipe it away. “I didn’t know about the St. Louis Demons. I’ll catch the first flight to the US and see what’s going on. Maybe I can make a deal with the MC club.”
Slowly, I shake my head as I step closer to John. When I look him dead in the eye, he glances down. “You want me to pay a motorcycle gang to stay out of my business?”
I’m one of the best assassins in the world, and my counterfeit goods business brings in billions every year. I don’t bow to anyone, and John knows this.
I let out a dark chuckle as I move in closer until I can smell the sweat pouring from his pores. “You offend me, John.”
