Page 118 of Cartel Prince

“You are higher on my shit list than you ever have been before, Enzo. You done fucked up worse than you can imagine. You meddled in my family’s business, and you yanked a woman into our world.”

“Your shitbag great-uncle did that. I didn’t pick Florencia as his chemist. He did.”

“You didn’t walk away when you found out he was forcing a woman to work for him. Worse than that, neither you nor your uncle went to mine to tell him what was happening. You used Florencia and didn’t care that Humberto would’ve eventually killed her.”

“He might not have.”

“I know you—”only went to Rutgers for computer science“—aren’t the brightest one in your family, but you aren’t an idiot.”

I’ll have to find a fresh set of insults for him now that his lack of an Ivy League or even Top Tier education can’t be something to pick on him for. Never mind he went to MIT for grad school in accounting.

“It’s not my fault Enrique let the leash go slack, and Humberto fucked you overagain. For a man who was under house arrest for thirty-six years, he managed to cause a lot of shit from his marble mausoleum.”

My eyes narrow at him, and I hear Joaquin mutter through my earpiece.

“I’ll shank his fuckinghuevos.”

I’m certain Lorenzo’s wife, Michelle, would take issue with him coming home a eunuch.

“That’s a douche move since you know I’m not alone.”

“Did I lie? I know they heard me.”

“You’re just digging your grave deeper by the syllable. The only appropriate response in this is ‘I’m sorry, Pablo. How can I make it up to you?’”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“You didn’t stop when Flora and I left Colombia. You went after her here.”

“No, I did not. That was on Harrison. He thought he could impress Uncle Salvatore and make some extra money by taking her. If you hadn’t killed him first, my uncle would have for making you think we ordered that.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” I run my hand through my hair as I lean back in my chair.

“Get to the point, Pablo. Are you here to make a deal or what?”

“Or what.”

He assesses me, but before he can speak, his phone vibrates three times then stops.

“You should answer that. It’s your family.”

The Mancinellis let a call ring three times then hang up as a code. They’ll call back in that pattern until the recipient answers. It’s the fucking Bat Signal.

Lorenzo eases his phone out and checks the screen. His thumb slides across the screen, and he brings it to his ear as he watches me. I can’t see who it is, but they’re doing all the talkingright now. From his expression, Salvatore’s ripping him a new one. He looks more guarded than usual. That’s how I know it’s his uncle, the don.

“Bad news?”

I gloat as he hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket. The hand through my hair was my signal to enact my revenge.

“You arethemost fucked-up of all of us, Pablo.”

“It’s not like I went after Michelle’s dogs. You never kill the dog.”

Lorenzo’s wife, Michelle, is Laura Kutsenko’s best friend. She grew up going over to Laura and Madeline’s house all the time. We know each other well. I was the first guy she slept with. We had a summer fling. It’s a sore spot for Lorenzo. Laura’s Mastiff, Sebastian, is quite the stud. He’s sired puppies now owned by couples in all of the Four Families. Talk about a swinging dick. Michelle has two of Sebastian’s daughters.