Page 127 of Enzo

“I still don’t like this,” I muttered, pulling up in front of Luca’s house.

I cut the engine and came around to help my wife out of the car.

“Trust me,” Pen said, her chin lifting stubbornly. “It’s been twenty-four hours. Papà’s probably had time to calm down and think.”

We approached the mansion, climbing the steps to the front door.

“Yeah, and that’s exactly what worries me.”

“What?” she asked.

“That word:probably.”

She rolled her eyes but said nothing.

“And if you’re so sure he’s not going to kill me,” I added, “why insist on tagging along?”

“To see my parents, obviously.” She was doing a terrible job of hiding her amused expression. “And to get some fresh air. You can’t keep me locked in that mansion, no matter how gorgeous the views are.”

“The front door wasn’t locked.”

“It wasn’t?” Her brows rose. “Well, damn.”

Stubborn as hell. I’d known she was strong-willed, but I hadn’t realized just how much. Normally, I’d admire it, but not when it was about to get us into the lair of danger.

I reached for the door handle only for it to swing open.

And there they stood. The men who wanted me dead.

Cassio King and Nico Morrelli.

I immediately shoved Penelope behind me, reaching for my weapon as they raised theirs.

Cazzo. I knew this was a bad idea.

“Hello, Uncle Cassio. Uncle Nico,” Penelope chirped, peeking out from under my arm.

The “uncles” didn’t look thrilled. I was a bit fuzzy on how Nico was her uncle, but it hardly seemed the time to ask. Especially if I had to kill him. Then it wouldn’t really matter, would it?

“Penelope,” Cassio growled. “Come here. Walk away from that scumbag.”

“He’s about to be a dead man,” Nico added coldly.

“Nah, I love him, so I’m staying put.” Her voice was casual, light. Too light. I couldn’t tell if she was fearless or just reckless. “And FYI, next time you threaten my husband, things won’t end well for you. Let’s not forget, I know your children.”

Reckless. Definitely reckless.

Jesus Christ.

Luca appeared beside them, his wife not far behind. The odds were getting worse for us by the minute.

“I thought you said your son-in-law wasn’t in Sicily, Luca,” Cassio said, voice sharp. “Yet here he is.”

I blinked. Luca had… protected me?

“He’s not a threat,” Luca said, his voice quiet but firm. “And if you go after him, it’s a strike against me.”

“Oh, Papà!” Penelope squealed, trying to dart forward. I yanked her back by the waist. “Enzo, what the hell?”