Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Spare Me The Pretence

The Vitale estate wasn’t difficult to take down. He knew the house almost as well as his own. He had drunk wine in its dining room, argued business in its study, stood beside Enzo in halls now dressed for mourning. Friendship had once made the place familiar. Rage made it easy to invade.

The gate came down beneath the force of a truck. Metal screamed. Stone cracked. The first shots rang out before the broken gates had finished shuddering apart.

Vitale men scattered into position, but they had not been ready for war. Massimo’s men were ready. They came in with the element of surprise cutting through the estate before the Vitales could gather themselves. Return fire spat from balconies and side doors, but the Genovese advance did not slow.

Marco stayed to Massimo’s right, face hard, gun steady, every line of him pulled tight. On Massimo’s left, his capo moved with brutal calm, barking low orders as men swept the grounds and pushed into the house.

Massimo walked between them. Inside, chaos erupted. The vast foyer filled with gunfire and shouting. Glass shattering, portraits hitting the floor, frames splintering. Maids screamed and ran for cover as they fled toward the service corridor. Guests who had come carrying condolences, discovered far too late that they had chosen the wrong day.

They were all persuaded by Marco’s gun and the men moving through the room to drop to their knees. Within seconds, the living room was no longer a place of mourning.

Flowers surrounded Bianca’s framed photograph. A condolence book on a table near the entrance.

Massimo stepped toward the book. He took the pen beside the register, opened the page, and signed his name.

Then he took a seat.

Enzo stood across the room, his face carved with rage. "What is this, Massimo?...What else do you want from me? My grief?"

"Spare me the pretence, Enzo," Massimo said. "You are going to call your son," Massimo continued, leaning back in the chair, "and you are going to tell him to bring back my daughter-in-law. Then I will forget everything else he has done."

"My son?" Enzo said. "I haven’t spoken to David since forever."

Massimo’s eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Believe what you want." Enzo’s voice hardened. "It doesn’t excuse this disrespect. Even for you, Massimo, this is low."

A murmur of fear moved through the room and died quickly when Marco shifted his gun. Massimo knew this man almost as well as he knew himself. Knew the set of his mouth when he lied. But right now, Massimo saw confusion.

If Enzo did not know where David was, then David was acting on his own which meant Veronica wouldn’t be alive for much longer if she wasn’t dead already.

"I hear you are making moves with the Bastiones."

Enzo lifted his chin. "That, I am doing. You do not expect me to sit back after what your son has done. Bianca was my daughter."

"And Veronica is mine," Massimo said coldly.

Massimo leaned forward. "So I will ask you once more. Where is David?"

"I told you," Enzo said. "I have no idea where David is. Neither do I have any idea where your daughter-in-law is or what she has to do with David." Enzo affirmed.

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