Sold to the Capo-Chapter 105: WHEN KINGS FALL

Vincenzo’s POV

Just great.

Salvatore walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Valentina had been the one who had told him that something was wrong here and for him to be here now, it meant he had left almost immediately. He looked at me first, his sharp eyes scanning me for any signs of injury, but his expression didn’t change when he saw that I was unharmed. Then, he shifted his gaze to my father, Master LaRosa, who was still standing near the broken shelf, the remnants of expensive whiskey soaking into the carpet.

I clenched my jaw, pushing my frustration down. If Salvatore was here, It meant there was no one that I trusted with Adriana or the Haven in Costa Rica. I don’t know about Micheal but I had a feeling that if push came to shove, he would take just Adriana and leave.

Master LaRosa smirked as he gestured for Salvatore to sit.

"You’re late," my father said, his voice holding that same condescending amusement. "I expected you ten minutes ago. Since you know, you’ve been working with him instead of me. You saw my text asking to meet with you yesterday but you ignored it and now that bitch must have called you and what did you do? You came running for him. You seem to forget where your loyalty lies, Salvatore"

My gaze narrowed as I heard my father’s words and I looked at Salvatore, refusing to believe what I was hearing. I waited for him to deny that he was working my father but he was silent and the fact that he kept avoiding my gaze told me everything I needed to know about this.

Holy shit.

The mere thought was enough to make me chuckle, tipping my head back as I nodded. So Salvatore was the snitch my father had planted in my house. There were so many things I wanted to do right now but killing him topped that list. Instead of acting on it, I quickly clenched my fists.

Not now. Later. I would kill him slowly. No one played with my trust if I gave them. No one at all.

Salvatore didn’t respond immediately. He walked to the chair opposite me and sat down, adjusting his suit as if this were a goddamn business meeting instead of an interrogation. He finally met my gaze.

"I got here as fast as I could." He was talking to Master LaRosa but he was staring at me, his gaze expressionless but knowing him, I could see the regret heavy in his eyes.

He should have thought about that before betraying me. How much had he told my father? Not much, I guess because my father was still oblivious to the Haven and Adriana which made me wonder... had Salvatore also crossed my father? Managed to anger both of us.

Wrong fucking move.

I leaned back, exhaling slowly through my nose. "That’s funny. Didn’t know you were keeping a schedule with him, Salvatore."

My father chuckled darkly. "Oh, he has been very punctual, trust me. In the past that was"

I didn’t take my eyes off Salvatore. The betrayal didn’t sting—it just pissed me off. I had trusted him, maybe not entirely, but enough to keep him close. And now? Now I had confirmation that he had been feeding information to my father.

Salvatore, to his credit, didn’t look guilty. He met my gaze with that same calculating look he always had.

"LaRosa asked for information, I gave it to him," he said simply, his tone neutral but his gaze held something that begged me to understand.

What was he asking for? Mercy? He knew the rules of this family, deserters and traitors were killed by the Don or someone in the Don’s family. That was the rule. God, I liked that rule, now I realized how much I did.

I tilted my head slightly, my smirk sharp and humorless. "And in return? I wanna know what he gave you that was so important that you decided to put your life on the line" My nails dug into the leather couch.

Salvatore didn’t flinch. "In return, I kept my position."

Of course. Self-preservation.

My father let out a sigh, rubbing his temple. "You see, Vincenzo, not everyone is foolish enough to betray the hand that feeds them. He had a job and he did it, he’s still doing even though I’m not sure of his efficiency" My father glared at Salvatore and I could note the slight tense in Salvatore as soon as he felt my father’s gaze on him.

I scoffed, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my knees. "The hand that feeds them? You mean the one that chokes them to death when they’re no longer useful? I know you plan on killing him, that if you kill me. Is that?"

My father’s eyes glinted with something dark. "You always had a way with words. But words won’t save you tonight. I’m ending this tonight but you know me... I like to take my time, slowly, painfully... every stab that you’ve given me, Vincenzo. I wanted her pain, you didn’t give it to me. I wanted her life, you didn’t give it to me. It’s only fair that I give her yours, hm?"

I met his stare head-on, unblinking. "I don’t need words to survive, old man. You of all people should know that. You want to kill me? I hope you know I had the chance to kill you severally but doing that now is crucial to the family so why don’t we just leave that aside and settle this after everything. I need to know if my wife is okay and she’s absolutely none of your business"

Salvatore shifted in his chair. "She’s fine. I made sure of it"

My father made a sound of mock shock. "So you’re housing the bitch. Gods, Salvatore, do you know what that makes you? A fucking traitor again but then again you have it in you anyways"

I didn’t react. Not outwardly. But inside, my patience snapped.

"I didn’t ask you, Salvatore. You need to watch your fucking mouth," I warned, my voice low.

Salvatore sighed. "I’m sure you were curious and I understand that you’re mad about this but if we leave this place, I’m sure you’ll get to hear all abㅡ"

I stood up. The chair scraped against the floor, the sound cutting through the air loudly. Salvatore tensed, his hand twitching slightly toward the gun at his side. My father, however, remained perfectly still. Watching. Studying. Enjoying this.

I placed both hands on the table, leaning in toward Salvatore. "Let me make something clear," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Adriana is off-limits. You touch her, you even think about touching her, and I’ll make sure your death is slow and agonizing. We will talk about what you did after this"

Salvatore didn’t move. But his eyes flickered with something—hesitation, maybe even regret. "It’s not up to me, Vincenzo. What happens to her..."he paused and his gaze hardened, clearly trying to say something which he couldn’t because of the presence of my father.

I clenched my fists, ignoring his subtle hints. "Then who the fuck is it up to?"

"LaRosa," he answered simply.

My father smiled. "See? He understands where true power lies. Unlike you."

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "See? You’re scared," I muttered. "That’s what this is really about. You’re scared that I’m slipping out of your control. You’re not bothered that she’s still alive, you’re just scared I’m slipping out of control because of her"

My father’s smirk widened. "You’re right."

That surprised me.

"But fear, Vincenzo, is a useful tool," he continued, standing up as well. "It keeps men in line. It keeps men alive." He stepped closer until there was barely any space between us. "And right now, you’re afraid, too."

I scoffed. "Of what? You?"

"No," he said, voice deadly quiet. "Of losing her."

The air between us was heavy with tension as we faced off. My fists itched to collide with his face, but I forced myself to stay still.

"Fear makes men weak," I finally said. "And I don’t do weak."

He tilted his head to the side, the look in his eyes clearly mocking me. "Yeah? Yet you’re scared for her. Pining over her" He mocked.

I shut my eyes, aware of the bubbling anger within me. Don’t hit this man, don’t hit him.

Taking one look at my gun, I calculated my move in my head and realized that I had a shot at grabbing it off the window sill and shooting him and then Salvatore.

Looking over my father’s shoulder, I noticed Salvatore creeping up behind my dad and I quickly looked away, unsure what he was doing as I didn’t want to give him away in case it was something to distract me.

Salvatore pulled out his gun and pressed to my father’s head, my father stiffening as soon as he felt the cold metal pressed against his head.

"Salvatore..." my father warned. "Careful" There was no fear in his voice, just a sharp warning.

"Enough with the chatter" Salvatore ordered. "We got bigger issues"

Before I could grab my gun off the table, there was a loud gunshot outside and we all froze.

What. The. Hell. Was. That?