Chapter 75

The tension between Enzo and Vince had reached a boiling point. They stood in the dimly lit room, staring at each other, knowing what had to come next. There was no turning back. The enemy had Isabella, and Enzo wasn't about to let them win. Every instinct screamed at him to go in guns blazing, but Vince was urging caution.

"Patience," Vince said, his voice steady, but Enzo could see the fire in his eyes. "We need a plan, not a massacre."

But Enzo wasn't hearing it. His thoughts were consumed by Isabella-he had to get her back. He had to save her, no matter the cost. Vince's words didn't matter right now.

"I don't care about your damn plans," Enzo snapped, his voice edged with frustration. "I'm not letting her become a pawn in some sick game."

Vince didn't respond right away, his jaw clenched as he considered his next words carefully. The tension in the room thickened as both men stood on the edge of an abyss. Enzo was ready to dive in, but Vince held him back with the weight of his silence.

Just as the air grew heavy, the sound of a knock echoed through the room. Both men looked toward the door, surprised. It was too soon for anyone to be here. Enzo was about to bark at whoever it was, but then the door creaked open. A masked courier entered, his face hidden beneath a black cloth, his movements quick and purposeful.

He walked up to Enzo without a word, reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a single playing card. It was the King of Spades, its intricate design glinting in the low light. The courier didn't say anything; he just placed the card in Enzo's hand before quickly turning and exiting the room as silently as he had come.

Enzo stared at the card in his hand, his heart skipping a beat. He recognized that symbol. It was tied to his past, to an enemy he thought was long gone.

Vince's eyes narrowed as he saw the card. "The King of Spades," he muttered under his breath. "The one who always played the long game."

Enzo's mind raced as he turned the card over in his hand. It was the same symbol his father had used in his dealings years ago. He knew immediately that the real mastermind behind everything wasn't Vince. It was someone Enzo thought had died in the flames of the past.

"Son of a-" Enzo whispered, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut.

His mind spun as he tried to piece together the meaning of the card. The truth was starting to unfold, and it wasn't the way he had hoped. This wasn't just about power or revenge. It was something much bigger-and far more dangerous.

The man behind everything had been playing the game all along, and Enzo was only now beginning to understand the true stakes. And the truth was terrifying.

Enzo couldn't sit still. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more disturbing than the last. That card. The King of Spades. It was a symbol that connected to the darkest parts of his past. His father's past.

Enzo had grown up believing that his father had been an innocent man, just trying to provide for his family. But now, with the revelations piling up, Enzo wasn't so sure anymore. Something was off. His father had been more than just a businessman. He had been involved with the same organization that had been tormenting Enzo for years.

With a burning need to know the truth, Enzo started digging into his father's dealings. He searched through old files, long-forgotten records, and conversations that had once seemed insignificant. And then it hit him: his father's ties to the organization went deeper than anyone had realized. His father had been working with them from the beginning, using the organization for his own gain, and when things had gone wrong, he'd vanished without a trace.

Enzo felt a chill creep down his spine as he uncovered the truth. The enemy wasn't just attacking him-this was personal. They were finishing what his father had started, and now Enzo was caught in the crossfire.

The door to the office opened, and Vince stepped inside, his face unreadable. Enzo looked up, still reeling from the discovery. He couldn't process it all at once; it felt like his entire world was crumbling around him.

Vince looked at him, his gaze intense. "I didn't want to tell you this, but you need to know the full picture." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Your father wasn't just involved with them-he was one of their top players. He has been working with the organization for years. And I have proof."

Enzo's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His father, the man he had idolized, had been a part of this? Have you been playing this game from the very beginning?

"How do you know?" Enzo managed to choke out.

Vince didn't answer immediately, his eyes hardening. "Because I've seen the papers. I've seen the deals. And your father's name is on them, Enzo. He was in deep, and he's the reason all of this is happening now."

The words hit Enzo like a slap to the face. His father's betrayal had been hidden so carefully, buried in the past, but now it was all coming to light. Everything Enzo had believed about his father-about his own legacy-was shattered.

Enzo's mind raced. His father's involvement made the entire situation feel even more complicated, and the enemy's reach seemed endless. He couldn't ignore the fact that they had been targeting him for years, using Isabella as a pawn. And now, with his father's ghost hanging over everything, Enzo didn't know who to trust.

Enzo stared at the files scattered across the desk, each page a testament to the web of lies and betrayal that had been spun around him. His father's involvement with the organization had changed everything. What was once a fight for power had become something much darker. And now, Isabella was still in danger, hanging in the balance of a game that he didn't fully understand.

Vince stood across from him, his arms crossed, waiting for Enzo to make a decision. The room felt heavier with each passing moment as if the air itself was suffocating him. Enzo didn't know what to believe anymore. Everything he had trusted had crumbled, and now he was faced with a choice that would determine everything.

He had always relied on his instincts, but this time, his instincts were torn. Vince had always been his ally, but now, with the truth about his father, Enzo wasn't so sure. Could he trust Vince? Or was Vince just another part of the tangled web of lies?

"You're the only one left who can finish this," Vince said, his voice low and steady. "But you need to make a choice, Enzo. Do you trust me, or do you take the fight into your own hands?"

Enzo looked at Vince, then at the gun lying on the table. It was a symbol of everything he had fought for, everything he had lost. But it was also a reminder that the fight wasn't over.

He reached for the gun, his fingers wrapping around the cold metal. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him, but in the end, there was only one thing he could do.

Enzo stood up, his eyes meeting Vince's. "Let's end this."

With those words, the decision was made. The final battle was coming, and Enzo wasn't going to back down. He had come too far, lost too much, to stop now.