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Chapter Eighteen
Enzo Junior was chained to a chair. There was a knife in each hand, as well as each thigh. There were also two pushed into his shoulders to keep him locked against the chair, and to stop him from moving.
The man had already pissed and shit himself. There had also been vomit. Fainting. Begging. Pleading.
The man liked to torture his innocent victims, but he didn’t like to feel any of the pain he dished out. Where Bruno liked to attack underage kids, both boys and girls, Enzo Junior liked to hurt women. He liked to rape and beat them as well.
He’d seen some of the pictures of the dead bodies. Their only suspect had been Enzo Junior, but there was no way to tie the two together. The evidence was never there, or according to the reports, there was no evidence.
Boone had a feeling that wasn’t quite accurate. There was always evidence, and it seemed surrounding the Valdez’s there were plenty of cops that liked a luxury lifestyle. For that, they looked the other way. They screwed over the badge and became selfish.
“Boone, please, you’ve got to stop.”
He sat down in front of Enzo Junior, and looked at him. “You’re looking a little pale.”
“I get it, you don’t like me. You don’t like any of my family, but ... you’ve got to get out of here.”
“You hurt women.”
“Yes,” Enzo Junior said.
“And you did it for fun.”
“Yes.”
This was not helping his cause.
“Why?”
“I don’t fucking know why,” Enzo said, and then gritted his teeth. Any movement against the knives, and he was at risk of cutting himself more. No major artery or organ had been struck, so he could keep him here for some time. He wasn’t going to.
He wanted to get back to his wife. He quickly glanced at the time. The only two people he needed to deal with were Enzo Senior, and Isabella, who was already being dealt with. Isabella was cruel as well. Her jealousy knew no bounds, and she would have girls arrested for false possession charges, if she felt they were catching the attention of the men she was interested in.
Although she was Valdez’s oldest daughter, and she needed to remain a virgin for her wedding night, it didn’t stop Isabella from playing around. She liked to win over men’s affection, then exploit them to make them do what she wanted. In payment, they thought they were going to win her, but they would never stand the chance. They were all doomed to fail.
It was one fucked-up family, and it made no sense that Lucia was different. From what he could tell, she’d been deemed an ugly baby, a mistake. A late pregnancy that had resulted in another baby. One that had mainly been raised by multiple nannies and other people, or by her own. This was why she didn’t act like her family. She didn’t have a cruel trait in her body.
Frank had even snapped a little photo, showing off Lucia with Betty and all the healthy pups. He saw the smile on Lucia’s face as she looked into the camera. She was nothing like her family. He was going to save her and allow her to live her life away from all this bullshit.
All too soon, he watched as Enzo tried to wriggle, then he let out a scream and sat back, panting.
“You’re a piece of shit, do you know that?” Enzo Junior asked.
Boone looked at him and waited. The man was clearly desperate to say something.
He started to laugh. “You’re going to kill me anyway. I guess you don’t want to know.”
It was clear the man just wanted to toy with him, but he heard enough. Getting to his feet, he looked over the tools he hadn’t yet used.
“Didn’t you ever wonder how Leandro was able to find that car?” Enzo Junior asked. “Or, that guy, the one that was watching you?”
Now, this made him curious.
“Or didn’t you know one of them was watching you?”
“The guy that was watching me is dead, and he died a short time ago,” Boone said.
Enzo Junior nodded. “You know, our dad doesn’t like Lucia. I remember when I was a kid, he considered killing her. He even bought a small pack of dogs and threw her out, hoping they’d eat her. They didn’t. Even when he starved them. It did make me curious, and then I learned that some dogs, not all dogs, won’t attack babies. There is something to do with hormones and shit. I don’t believe it, because let’s face it, dogs are dogs. Anyway, he killed the dogs and had no choice but to keep Lucia around. However, there’s one thing he did do to her on the eve of her wedding night, without her knowing. He put a little tag inside her. Just a little device that allows him to know her location at all times.”