White Knight (Dirty Mafia Duet, #2)(42)

Tempo gives me a short nod. “Understood, sir.”

As the brothers back away, a surgeon enters the waiting room. “Lorenzo Angelini’s family?”

No one steps forward, and when it’s clear no one plans to, I do.

“Right here.”

The surgeon doesn’t ask for any further identifying information. “Mr. Angelini is out of surgery and stable. However, he came out of his anesthesia very quickly and is agitated. If you could speak to him and explain that he’s not leaving this hospital, you’ll save him from getting sedated again right away. We can’t take the chance that he’s going to tear his stitches. Internal bleeding is a concern.”

“Where is he?” Enzo is the least of my worries, but the sooner everyone connected to the Casso family is out of the hospital, the better. You’re only as strong as your weakest link, and that’s Enzo, as far as I’m concerned.

“Follow me.”

Memphis reaches out, and I briefly touch her fingers as I pass and follow the surgeon out of the room to see Enzo.

As soon as we enter, I can tell why the surgeon looks so concerned. Enzo is on his feet, despite the fact that he’s weaving from side to side.

“Sit your ass down, Enzo. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The doctor says, “Please, Mr.—”

“I’m going after those motherfuckers. I’m gonna kill ’em all. No one puts a bullet in me without getting a face full of lead.” Enzo rips wires off the leads connected to his chest, and shoves at the nurse trying to stop him. “Get out of my fucking way, bitch.”

I stalk toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Enzo. You want to make it through surgery just to die now? Fucking idiot.”

Enzo bares his teeth like a wild animal. “You can’t stop me. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Mr. Angelini, you’re very upset, we understand. But you’re going to cause yourself more injuries if you don’t—”

Enzo charges at the nurse and she knocks into the IV pole, sending it crashing to the floor.

“I’m calling security,” the doctor shouts, rushing to the panel on the wall.

“Sedate him,” I say, offering a hand to the nurse to help her up.

The two hospital employees trade looks, and the doctor nods to the nurse. “Do it. Use restraints if necessary.”

Enzo wobbles on his feet, his arms flying out from his sides as he looks for something to keep him upright.

Alarms sound in the room, and footsteps pound down the hall as Enzo drops to the floor and codes.

Great. Just fucking great.





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Cannon





Enzo isn’t dead, but he’s lucky as hell.

With the exception of Holly, I gather everyone in a private waiting room to tell them what’s happening next.

When I’ve got everyone’s attention, I start. “Until we have identified and neutralized the threat responsible for us all standing in this waiting room, we’re all taking precautions.”

“What kind of precautions?” Cav asks. “Because if we need extra security, I have an agency we use when we’re in the city. They can send us a dozen guys, if necessary.”

“Good to know. Right now, I think the safest thing for everyone is to go back to Dom’s.”

“His brownstone in Hell’s Kitchen?” Eden asks. She’s surprised I’d suggest our father’s version of a castle, a place most of us weren’t typically welcomed in growing up.

“Yeah. It’s locked down better than any place in the city. We’ve got people I trust there, and armored SUVs to transport you.”

“What about Banner and Logan?” Greer asks, holding up her phone. “They’re checked into a hotel in Jersey. They stashed the car at a garage with a guy Logan knows.”

“Tell them to stay put. Actually, tell them to stay the hell out of the city since they’re already out safely. We can worry about the car later.”

“What do you mean, since they’re already out safely? Can’t we leave safely too?” Greer’s voice takes on a panicky undertone.

“You know the game, Greer. We have to be smart. Watch our moves. Whoever shot up the restaurant might not have any problem coming back to finish whatever they were after.” This reply comes from Cav.

I’m thankful my half brother gets what’s going on. After all, he spent plenty of time growing up in this life, the life I never really wanted. But here I am, handing out orders like I’m Dom himself.

“Everyone in this waiting room is going to the brownstone. The club will be closed, but I’ll make sure Tanya arranges meals for everyone.”

“And then what?” Eden’s gaze bounces from me to the bearded, tattooed man beside her. “Because last time I had to go into hiding, I kind of ended up married and didn’t come home for a long while.”

While Eden and Bishop’s story is their own, I get what she’s saying.

“It won’t be indefinite. Just until we figure out who did this and how we’re going to handle them.” In the back of my mind, the name Rossetti is blaring, and while my instincts are usually pretty damn accurate, I want proof before I go off half-cocked like Enzo. I didn’t see them with my own eyes like Benny claimed he did.