Another cry.
“I’ve got to go. I’m going to enjoy your wife, Giovanni, and then, I’m going to kill her.”
The line went dead, and he was so close to fucking losing it. He was going to kill that asshole. That sorry fucking excuse for a human being. It was going to be over for him.
A violent rage filled him, and he allowed it to seep into every single fiber of his being. Breathing in and out, he felt the need for blood, the thirst to tear Leonardo from limb to limb.
Time passed, and he didn’t know how long it was, but his gate came into view. It was locked, and as he went to use his code, the electric was down.
Shoving the gears into reverse, he pulled away, slammed his foot on the pedal, and then charged forward.
He did this three times before his gate came off, and he drove down the driveway, toward his home.
Two of his guards were on the floor, blood spreading from their wounds—dead.
Pulling out his gun, he walked across the ground, toward his front door. Without waiting for any backup, he took out the first guy.
Leonardo hadn’t come alone, and at that moment, Giovanni was happy about that. The more people he killed, the better for him.
One of the men tried to fire his weapon, but the safety was on, and it was too late. One bullet to the knee brought the man down, and he fired the other into his head.
It wasn’t long before his gun was out of bullets, but then he pulled out both of his knives. He was adept at using both, and after taking out two more of Leonardo’s men, he went to the kitchen, but there was no sign of them.
Blood was on the floor, and he saw the stain on one of the butcher’s knives.
“Valentina!” He called her name, knowing his voice carried around the house. Giovanni repeated her name, a second, a third time, and then he heard her scream for him.
It was filled with pain and fear, and he followed the sound.
They had taken her to his office, and as he stepped inside the door, he saw Victoria there, holding a knife to Valentina’s throat.
Blood dripped down Victoria’s arm from a nasty-looking cut.
Staring at his wife, he looked her in the eyes and saw the tears glistening in them.
She screamed a second after he felt the bullet hit him.
It burned, and he fell to the floor, keeping his eyes open as Leonardo came into view.
“Ha, look at the fucking Butcher now.” Leonardo drew back his leg and landed a blow to his stomach. “You think you can best me, but you can’t. No one can. You think I didn’t know it was you who attacked the warehouse? Who took the Capos?”
Another blow, and he grunted.
The wound on his shoulder wasn’t a killer blow, but it sure stung like a son of a bitch.
Being kicked in the stomach wasn’t so fucking pleasant either. With Leonardo focusing on him, his wife was safe.
“Come on, Leo, finish him and let’s skin this bitch. I want her dead. Her fat fucking ass deserves to be in the ground.”
Victoria was his current problem. He had to get her away.
When Leonardo went for him again, he grabbed the man’s foot and shoved him back, sending him off balance, and he fell to the ground. Grasping him around the neck, he stood and faced Victoria, who’d frozen.
“I suggest you put that blade down!”
“Kill her!” Leonardo said.
“Kill her, and he dies, and then, sweetheart, I am going to make you scream.”