Sold to the Capo-Chapter 72: THE BLUE EYED SNITCH

VINCENZO’S POV

I was on edge, practically holding my breath, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like hours, and my heart raced in my chest. She was sitting there, her eyes locked on mine, a faint smile tugging at her lips, and the silence between us was heavy, thick with tension. I had bared my soul to her. I had let her see the parts of me I never wanted anyone to witness, and now, all I wanted was her answer.

"Adriana..." I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, just say yes."

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if weighing the words she wanted to say. I could feel the heat rising between us, the space between our bodies growing smaller, even though I knew it wasn’t time yet. My pulse quickened, a part of me convinced that this moment would change everything for us.

And then, she did something that almost made me forget to breathe.

She broke into a grin—an almost playful smile—and my stomach dropped.

"No," she said. "I don’t want that"

My world tilted. The weight of her words hit me like a wrecking ball. No? She had just said no? After everything?

My mouth went dry as I blinked, momentarily stunned by the rejection. "What?" I managed, my voice cracking slightly, disbelief in every syllable.

"Yeah," she repeated, smiling as if she knew exactly what kind of wreckage she’d just caused. "I don’t want you to touch me. Sorry, Vincenzo."

I stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. I had been sure—so sure—that she would say yes. What did she mean by "no"? I had bared my damn soul to her! "You’re serious?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Dead serious," she replied, shaking her head as if to say ’nice try, but no dice.’

I couldn’t help it—I let out a laugh, a mixture of frustration and amusement. The tension between us was palpable, but this... this was beyond unexpected. "You’re killing me here, Adriana," I muttered, still processing what just happened. "I’m basically begging, and you still reject me?"

"Seems like it, doesn’t it?" She winked, clearly enjoying the effect her words had on me.

I dropped my head into my hands. "I swear, you’re going to be the death of me."

But then, she stood up, her back straight, and walked toward the bathroom, leaving me standing there, thoroughly confused. "I’m going to take a shower," she announced casually. "And just because I rejected you, don’t get any ideas, alright?"

"Yeah, sure, no ideas. Just a whole bunch of humiliation," I muttered under my breath, still processing everything she had just said.

She didn’t respond. She simply disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me standing there, staring at the door.

A few moments passed before I finally shook my head and walked back over to the couch, running a hand through my hair. What the hell was I even doing here? She’d rejected me, and I was still waiting here like a damn fool ready to help her out.

But as I sat down, I realized something. I wasn’t mad. Well, not really. If anything, I was... relieved? Maybe even a little amused. She had a way of keeping me on my toes, and that was part of the reason I was so drawn to her. Yes, I was drawn to her.

By the time she returned from the shower, I was already pacing back and forth, unable to settle. She walked back into the room, a slight limp in her steps, fresh and clean, wearing nothing but a robe, her wet hair hanging in waves down her back.

"Hey," she called, catching my attention. "I need to get into bed. Help me out?"

I couldn’t help but smirk. "You sure you don’t want to keep rejecting me while I do that?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused. "Just help me out already."

I stepped over, offering her a hand as she slipped into bed. Once she was settled, I pulled the blankets over her and stood by the edge of the bed, watching her carefully.

"Goodnight, Vincenzo," she murmured, her eyes already fluttering closed.

I hesitated. "Goodnight, Adriana."

But as I turned to walk away, she called out to me, her voice softer than before.

"Hey, Vincenzo... I just wanted to say, I..."

I turned back, expecting something important, but instead, she simply stared at me, her eyes dead serious.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I froze, my chest tightening. "What?" I couldn’t help but laugh, though there was an underlying tension in my tone. "You hate me?"

She didn’t answer at first. Instead, she just stared at me, waiting for me to say something.

I stood there for a long moment, unsure of what to say, until finally, I let out a deep breath. "Well, you don’t have to worry about me, Adriana. You’re gonna sleep, and I’m not gonna bother you anymore tonight. Sleep well."

She let out a small snort, clearly trying to hold back a smile. "Is that it? You’re not even gonna argue with me?"

"Nope," I said, my voice firm. "We’re not doing this tonight. I’m leaving."

But as I turned to leave, she whispered one more thing.

"Mutual, right?" she asked, her voice thick with meaning.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?"

She repeated herself, looking at me with those damn sparkling eyes. "Mutual. You didn’t say anything. Why didn’t you answer me? It’s mutual, right?"

I took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. "It’s not about that right now."

Her face fell slightly, but I could see she was trying not to let it show. "Fine, don’t answer then. I get it."

"Just go to sleep," I told her, my voice quieter than before. "We’ll talk tomorrow."

I left the room before she could say anything else, closing the door softly behind me before going to the guest room to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early, long before Adriana stirred. I watched her sleeping form for a moment as I peeped into the room, my heart in my throat. I couldn’t deny it—this woman, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, had me wrapped around her finger.

I quietly slipped out of the room, careful not to wake her. The last thing I needed was for her to see me like this, checking on her like a damn fool.

When I made it downstairs, Valentina was already waiting for me, her arms crossed and a serious expression on her face.

"So, what’s going on?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she watched me. "Why didn’t you go last night, you do know how long we waited for him, right?"

I didn’t even glance at her. "I have more important things to take care of."

"Vincenzo," she pressed. "What’s really going on? Did something happen with Adriana?"

"I told you," I said, brushing her off. "Stay with Adriana. Make sure she’s okay."

"But—"

"Valentina," I said, my voice low. "Just stay with her. I’m going now. I’ll be back soon."

She stared at me for a long moment, before finally nodding and turning to go back upstairs.

As I walked out of the mansion, I could only hope that Damon, who was the assassin, was still in the room he had rented, according to Matteo’s information from yesterday.

When I arrived at the bar with a few of the Cavalieri, Matteo met me with a grim expression. "He’s already leaving," he hissed, looking at me with barely contained frustration.

"Not for long," I muttered under my breath.

I stormed up the stairs, reaching the room where our target was hiding. I knocked on the door, my gun in hand.

"Who is it?" came the muffled voice from inside.

I didn’t answer. I just pushed open the door as soon as it cracked, my gun raised.

The assassin was faster than I anticipated. He knocked my gun aside with lightning speed, leaping toward the window to make a quick escape. But before he could jump, my men rushed in, their guns pointed at him, and as he looked down at the ground where he wanted to drop, he saw my men leaning on their bikes, waiting for him.

"Fuck" He muttered.

"Impressive," I said, clapping slowly. "That all you got?."

The man, breathing heavily, glared at me. "What do you want, Don Enzo?"

"It’s nice to know that you recognize me. I just want to know who sent you to kill Master LaRosa and I’ll leave," I said coldly, my voice unwavering.

He chuckled darkly. "I’m not telling you anything."

I stepped closer, my eyes never leaving his. "I know who you are, and I know they paid you to do it."

His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn’t flinch. "What’s it to you?"

I pulled out a phone and showed him a video of a young girl in a hospital bed. "How much is your loyalty worth to you, huh? I’m sure your sister’s worth more than the person you’re working for."

Damon’s eyes widened in shock. "Digging into my life? Touch her, and I will kill the man next time," he snapped.

"I don’t care if you kill my father. I wanna know, were you the one who did the attack on Gamma Haven?"

"No, I wasn’t. The Bratva has many people working for them, and just so you know, I’m not longer working for them; I’ve done my part, Don Enzo, which I’m telling you this." He crossed his arms, his hoodie partially obscuring his face.

"Who sent you?"

"I don’t know who’s in charge, I got all my information through this man"

"Who? Did you see his face? If you tell me, you and your sister can leave the country freely, and I’ll make sure the Bratva doesn’t go after you," I assured.

"I don’t need your help. I’m not a murderer; I was just a distraction, and what better distraction than someone who wouldn’t get caught?" He shrugged.

"Who was the man who gave you information?" I repeated.

"Get your men away from the hospital my sister is in and I’ll tell you"

I leaned in. "I’m not going to harm a child. But I want to know who the snitch is in my ranks. You know how dangerous it is to have a snitch, you’ve worked for the presidential team."

He hesitated, eyes darting behind me. "The person who gave me the intel... wore a mask. But they had blue eyes. I don’t know if it was contact lenses but that’s all"

My heart froze immediately as I narrowed down the list. There were three people who were close to me that had blue eyes.

Salvatore, Justin, and Henry.

It could be one of them.