What the fuck happened last night?” Enzo asks as soon as I walk through the door.

Jesus. He won’t even let me sit down before starting with the interrogation.

I walk across Enzo’s home office, meeting his eyes but ignoring his question for now. If I’m going to have to listen to his demands, I need to be comfortable. The way my shoes sink into the plush carpet isn’t unpleasant, but I’ll feel better once I get my ass on that chair with buttery-soft Italian leather upholstery.

After all, even though all these things belong to Enzo in name, a big reason why he has managed to attain them in the first place is me. Me and my parents.

Ah, Enzo and the pretty things he owns . . .

I don’t know how a guy like him can have a daughter like Elena. She’s lovely and innocent. Beautiful.

Him, on the other hand . . . I’ve always thought he looks like a bulldog with his permanent frown and his judgmental stare.

Aria, his assistant, closes the door behind me and struts back to her desk, her heels clacking loudly against the marble floor.

She’d look perfectly at home behind the counter in a library with her glasses and her hair pulled up into a tight bun.

She’s got a certain appeal, I guess. Schoolboys would no doubt speak in hushed whispers about her and dads would stealthily glance at her when they take their kids to check out colorful children’s books.

She’s not my type but I tried to get close to her anyway—not because she’s attractive but because she could be useful.

Aria never says much during my meetings with Enzo Guerriero, but she’s always there in the background, listening and taking notes. No doubt she’s privy to some top-level intel.

If I could get to her, I’d get to Enzo eventually. I’m a patient and determined man.

I pull out a chair and calmly take my seat across the desk from Enzo.

He’s glaring at me. “I asked you a question.”

“And I’m about to give you an answer.”

It’s not time to exact my revenge yet, and I’m supposed to play the loyal foot soldier now. But I can’t just bend over when Enzo wants me to either. That wouldn’t be consistent with the way I’ve acted over the years.

I need to act like everything’s fine—until the time comes for me to carry out my plan. It won’t be long now.

“I’m still waiting,” he says.

“It’s nothing exciting, really,” I say. “It was that new kid Giovanni insisted to bring along. He got nervous. He fucked up. It’s that simple.”

“Stupid motherfuckers,” Enzo curses. “What’s the kid’s name?”

“Antonio. He’s Giovanni’s cousin.”

“Antonio, huh?” Enzo pauses to think, his breathing getting so heavy I’m worried not just for Antonio’s future career in the business, but also his safety. When Enzo is in a bad mood, he tends to be pretty heavy handed with his punishments.

“Yeah. He’s just a kid. I’ll take him off the bigger jobs and keep him on delivery duty,” I suggest.

“Fuck that. The transaction last night was supposed to solve my cashflow problem, and now I’m pressed for cash,” he says.

If Enzo knew what I’m secretly plotting, he wouldn’t be so frank with me. But in his eyes, I’m probably still just an inexperienced, dumb kid who poses no threat. And I’d like to keep it that way.

“So what do you want to do?” I ask, making it clear that whatever he says goes. I’m like his genie. I grant his wish.

“Take Antonio off the streets altogether for a couple of months. Giovanni, too.”

“They’re not going to like that. The streets are where they make the most money,” I say.

“I don’t give a fuck about their money. They need to learn a lesson. The lesson is to be fucking careful when they’re dealing with my money,” Enzo says, smoke practically coming out of his ears. “They’re going to be on guard duty here”

“I’ll let them know.” I stop myself from smiling. That would only raise Enzo’s suspicion.

Antonio and Giovanni are loyal to me; not Enzo.

Enzo still thinks it’s the same thing because he believes I won’t ever betray him. Well, that may be true if he hadn’t betrayed me first. But now that I know the truth, everything’s different.

Once the men find out Enzo is punishing them for trying their best to complete a difficult job, they’re just going to dislike him even more.

I don’t have much use for Antonio and Giovanni if they stick close to me. But if they’re going to be around Enzo and his daughters all the time . . . That’s a different story.

In my line of work, I need to be able to recognize when it’s time to change my plan on the fly. My life could depend on it. This looks like a great time to make a few tweaks.

My old plan was going well. But, whatever. It doesn’t matter.

I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I don’t need more intel. I’ve worked for Enzo practically my whole life. I know almost everything there is to know about his business.

Hell, at this point, I probably know more about his business than he does. Nothing is more destructive to a man than thinking he’s on top of the world. And Enzo has reached that point now.

He thinks he’s too big to fail. Too rich to lose everything.

In reality, he’s too fat not to become a target.

Many men have approached me, having set their sights on Enzo’s blinding wealth.

I’ll be honest; some of the offers I’ve gotten were tempting. But I wasn’t going to betray what I thought was my family.

As far as I knew, Enzo was a fair employer to my dad. He also took me under his wing when I was just a useless kid with too much time on my hands. He gave me the skills I needed to thrive in this business.

Sure, I was also aware that he didn’t just do it out of the goodness of his heart. He did it because we could have a mutually beneficial relationship.

So I never entertained any of the offers I got from Enzo’s enemies. Not even the ones that would allow me to retire in luxury and guarantee that my kids would be born with silver spoons in their mouths.

Family was worth more than that, even if the bonds weren’t made of blood. Money wasn’t going to sway me. My loyalty wasn’t up for sale.

But everything changed when I discovered the truth.

“I assume we have rescheduled?” Enzo asks.

I hate the way he says “we” when I’m the one doing all the work while he just sits there behind his desk, drinking booze in the bright daylight and getting richer.

“Of course.” I’m not about to abandon my duties, no matter how much I hate doing things that put even more money in his pocket. The success of my plan depends on Enzo thinking of me as his loyal, dependable guy.

“When?” he asks.

“In two weeks.”

“Fucking two weeks?” he exclaims, slamming his hand on the arm of his big swivel chair.

“That’s the earliest the Russians can do it.”

“That’s too long, Damon. Too damn long.” Enzo’s fingers tap furiously on his desk.

This is your own fucking fault for letting go of your best men because you don’t want to pay them what they deserve, fuckface, I curse inwardly. We wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t hire clueless newbies like Antonio.

“That’s the best they can do, and you know they have the best goods,” I say.

It’s downright crazy the kind of big, glaring flaws I notice as soon as I open my eyes and realize Enzo isn’t some perfect god for me to worship. The fucker manages his business worse than a recent business-school graduate manages his fledgling tech start-up.

Maybe it’s a good thing he’s just another asshole, after all. The way this business is going, it’s going to shit in a few short years. If I were to stay loyal to Enzo, I’d end up going down with a sinking ship.

“Fine.” Enzo sighs. “I’ll have to cut corners somewhere to keep things running. Tell Antonio and Giovanni their pay will be late and it’s their own fault.”

I chuckle. “Sure.”

They won’t be happy about it. But then again, who cares whether they like working for Enzo? Not me.

Smug bastard thinks people are expendable. In this business, even the bottom feeders can do great damage. I guess he’s spent too much time at the banquet tables and too little in the field to know what’s going on anymore.

If he knew what was good for him, he’d retire and spend the rest of his days with his family. He certainly has enough money to last generations. His opulent lifestyle will bite him in the ass when his men feel the brunt of his cost-cutting measures.

But people like Enzo don’t know when to quit. If he did, he wouldn’t have done what he did to my family.

“Anything else?” he asks, his hands rifling through the stack of paper on his desk, already ignoring me.

“No.” I get up from my chair. I don’t need him to dismiss me. And it’s a good thing that he pays little attention to me. It’ll come as more of a shock when the time comes for me to carry out my plan.

It won’t be long now.

On the way out, I give Aria a small smile, which she returns half-heartedly. I haven’t texted her for about a week now . . . or is it two? She’s probably not happy about that.

It was supposed to be part of the plan. I know women like Aria. The anxious, perfectionist types. The less attention I pay to them, the more they obsess about me. That clouds their judgment and makes it easier for me to get into their heads and access all the information I need.

But I’ve decided I won’t bother with Aria anymore.

As Aria wordlessly opens the door for me, I see Elena sitting on the couch like she said she would. Such a good girl.

She’s so different from the way I remember her. She used to be a skinny kid, but now she’s got curves in all the right places, and she dresses to flaunt her assets too.

The combination of that sexy-as-sin body and that innocent smile is almost too hard to resist. I swear I got a boner just from sitting beside her and listening to her flirt with me.

But this is not the time to think with my dick. I need to consider my next moves carefully. Luckily, if everything goes well, I’ll get to spread those long legs and bury myself balls deep inside her—as part of my plan. I love it when work and play collide.

I can’t wait to get my dirty hands on her. Poor girl, she probably doesn’t suspect anything. She doesn’t even know what fucked-up shit her daddy has done to afford her shiny gadgets, her designer handbags and her expensive threads.

Elena lifts her gaze from her gadget, her pretty face lighting up when she sees me. She has the most adorable little dimples when she smiles, and the green eyes she got from her mother sparkle. The sun’s rays pour over her through a nearby window, making it look like she’s glowing with light.

Such an innocent angel. It’s not her fault she was born as the daughter of an asshole with no soul, but it will be her downfall.

I feel bad about what I’m going to do to her. Really, I do.

But sometimes sacrifices have to be made—often by the innocent.

All’s fair in love and war. But love won’t play any role here. This is an all-out war.