Sold to the Capo-Chapter 106: BACK TO THE MANSION

VINCENZO’S POV

"What the hell is going on out there?"

Salvatore’s voice was sharp as another round of gunfire exploded outside. What exactly was happening outside? I had no time to waste thinking about it.

I moved toward the door, intent on going out.

Master LaRosa lunged.

Everything happened in a blur—his shoulder slammed into Salvatore, taking him down hard. The sound of their bodies hitting the floor was muffled only by Salvatore’s curse as the old man wrenched the gun from his grasp.

Before I could react, LaRosa spun, lifting the weapon to me before he fired and for a split second, I was certain that he had aimed at me but then the bullet tore through the wooden door just as my hand reached for the handle.

I froze.

LaRosa kept the gun raised, his breathing heavy, his eyes burning with a fury I hadn’t seen in years. "Don’t be an idiot, Vincenzo," he growled. "You walk out that door, and you’re dead."

I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening on the knob as I stood still, aware that I couldn’t move for fear that he would shoot me.

"Where do you think you’re going, huh? If anyone’s gonna kill you then it’s going to be me not whoever is out there" There was a certain tremble to his voice that pissed me off.

He was so damn good at acting like he didn’t care but I knew he just didn’t want to kill me. I knew that much, he was scared that I would overthrow him yet he couldn’t kill me. He didn’t want to kill me. Why? He didn’t want to lose his heir? He knew that I was the only one capable of running his empire even if it was not on his own terms, whatever it was, I didn’t care.

"My people are out there, the people who trust me, the people who have sworn their loyalty to me, people who I have responsibilities for" I said through gritted teeth.

"You’ll die if you go out there" My father said, his tone harsh. "I will not let you die by their hands. Not by the enemies hands"

Salvatore groaned, struggling to get off the floor where he had been slammed brutally and he struggled to his feet, a groan slipping past his lips.

My grip tightened. "Then I’ll die fighting."

"LaRosa, move," Salvatore growled, struggling to his feet. "We don’t have time for this bullshit."

"You’re not going anywhere," my father snapped, his eyes dark with challenge. "You’re the one Julius is here for, your men are just pawns in the game and you know that, take the king out and the whole thing crumbles, you know that very well."

Another bullet hit the window, shattering the glass.

I was done waiting.

"If you want to shoot me," I said coldly, "then do it."

My father’s jaw tightened.

I turned my back on him and unlocked the door, struggling to adjust to the light as soon as the door was opened.

He could run and hide like there was a puppy with his tail between his legs for all I cared. I had been prepared for Julius attack but I hadn’t expected that it would be done when I least expected. Amelia hadn’t said that she had suspected anything and her possible dates was about three days from now so it was a bit inconvenient that they choose now.

The courtyard was a war zone.

My men were spread out, taking cover behind cars, pillars, and crates, exchanging gunfire with the intruders. The Bratva had come in strong, their men spread out in tactical positions, trying to push forward. They wanted to get in.

Valentina was in the thick of it, moving like a shadow between cover, her twin pistols blazing. A Bratva soldier lunged at her with a knife, but she dodged, twisting smoothly before driving a bullet into his skull at point-blank range.

She turned just in time to see me and shot down another man who was aiming at my head.

Ah shit. We didn’t even get the time to end Julius before he came here to fight us first which meant that he probably knew about our plans. Fuck this.

"About fucking time, Vincenzo! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t get out of the house!" she shouted, reloading.

I didn’t answer. I was already moving.

My gun came up, and I fired at the nearest Bratva soldier, hitting him square in the chest. He staggered back before dropping.

The Bratva weren’t expecting us to recover so quickly. My men were rallying, pushing them back.

But something wasn’t right.

I wasn’t lookinh at his trained ranks. This wasn’t Julius attack, this was far too sloppy but then it made no sense. Why did this choose to fall on the same day when my father came over to accuse me. That had caused a distraction leading us to lower our guards as we were already dealing with one thing at the time.

If this wasn’t a fucking attack meant to kill us, what was this?

And then I saw him.

A man, tall and broad-shouldered, stepping forward from the Bratva’s side, flanked by two bodyguards. He had a scar running down his left cheek, and his dark eyes were locked onto me with cold calculation.

Ah, now we would know. As if on cue, he raised his hands and his men stopped firing so I raised mine too, telling my men to stand down.

"Vincenzo LaRosa," he called out. His accent was thick, Russian. "I have orders."

I didn’t lower my gun though, I kept it trained on him so that I’d be able to just shoot him straight if he tried anything funny. "From who?"

"Don Julius."

"It’s not that hard to tell who had sent you and I am not interested in knowing who sent you either ways but I want to know why you were sent.

The man smirked. "He says I can leave the rest of these men alive if I take you with me."

Fucking audacity.

Every gun in my crew snapped toward him.

"Over my dead body," I said flatly.

"Is that was you want? That can be arranged."

He raised his hand and a sniper’s bullet cracked through the air, grazing my shoulder.

I staggered back, the pain sharp but not fatal. It wasn’t something aimed to kill me but it had succeeded in pissing me off really badly.

My men erupted in fury, opening fire. The Bratva tried to push forward, but we had them surrounded now. More of our allies had arrived, their cars screeching to a halt as they joined the fight.

The Bratva realized too late that they were trapped.

Gunfire tore through their ranks. They started retreating, trying to pull back, but they weren’t fast enough.

Within minutes, the courtyard was littered with bodies. The ones who survived were taken down or fled.

I pressed a hand to my bleeding shoulder, scanning the aftermath of the chaos.

Shit. I had lost men and somehow it was because of my father that we had lowered our guards but how was it that we didn’t receive that they were heading here, I had people stationed at the trail.

And then my father emerged from the house, eyes sharp.

He claimed to be strong but now he had run from the face of battle.

"Where the fuck is Henry?" he demanded, storming toward me, anger evident in his voice.

I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you looking for Henry?" I asked, tearing out a piece of my cloth so I could suppress the bleeding.

My father’s expression was dark. "Because he’s the one who told me you were after my life. He’s the reason I’m here" my father hissed.

For a brief moment, I had paused, unsure what to that do with that information.

Henry. I would kill him.

Everything clicked into place. The perfectly timed attack. The Bratva knowing exactly when to strike. My father turning against me.

Valentina swore under her breath. "That bastard set us up."

I exhaled sharply, wiping blood off my face. "Where the fuck is he?"

Me and Valentina exchanged looks.

No one knew.

I turned back to my father, who was glaring at me now.

"Vincenzo," he said suddenly, his voice quieter. "You’re still keeping records of everything, right?"

I stilled.

My mind flashed back to the ledger. The book containing every major mafia deal, the one I never let out of my sight. The one that could destroy us all if it fell into the wrong hands. The one I had left at my father’s mansion when I had left the place because I thought it’d be safer there.

"Yes," I said carefully.

My father’s face paled and so did mine.

"Shit," he muttered.

My stomach dropped. "What?"

His jaw clenched. "Henry knew about it."

Everything inside me went cold at that statement.

If Henry was the snitch... and he knew about the ledger...

I turned on my heel. "We’re going to the mansion. Now."

My men didn’t hesitate.

"Valentina, Salvatore, with me," I barked. "Everyone else, clean this mess up."

No one asked questions.

We moved.

Because if Henry had that ledger—

We were screwed.