My Family Sold Me To The Don. Too Bad He Was My Dog All Along Chapter 06
Replacements.
The word hit the room like a gunshot.
Enzo didn’t answer right away.
He dropped his eyes. Like a big dog caught doing something wrong.
Too scared to look at me. Too scared to look away.
“Answer me.”
My voice wasn’t loud. But every word carried weight.
“…Three.”
He said it soft.
“All cut off.”
“Never touched them.”
Three sentences. Clean and quick. Like a soldier reporting his fuck-ups to a commanding officer.
The Don who ran New York’s underworld didn’t even give himself permission to lie to me.
“Never touched?”
I turned my head toward Camilla.
Her body started pulling back. Her heels crunched on broken glass.
“Don… I—”
Enzo finally looked at her.
Camilla had waited three years for him to really see her. And now he did.
But that one look froze her from the inside out.
“Camilla.”
“Yes?”
“How do you introduce yourself to people in the family?”
Her lips trembled. Her voice came out broken.
“I… I’m your legal counsel…”
“Don’s most special and only woman.”
I cut in. Slow. Word by word.
“I heard you say that in New York’s underground circles. Seven times.”
Her legs gave out. She hit the floor. The bloody utility knife slipped from her hand and bounced twice on the metal deck.
“No! Don, that’s not true! I just handle your legal work. The rumors—they’re all lies. All of it.”
Enzo wasn’t looking at her. His eyes stayed on the two cuts on my face.
I noticed his hands shaking at his sides. Not from anger. He was holding back. Holding back from killing someone.
“I don’t care what you do normally.”
Enzo’s voice was flat when he finally spoke. Like he was reading a sentence.
“But you don’t touch her.”
He crouched down. Picked up the knife. Turned it over in his hand.
The blood on the blade had dried into a dark red film.
“Don! I really didn’t know who she was!”
Camilla crawled forward on her knees. Her makeup was ruined.
“You never told anyone about her! How was I supposed to know!”
“So not knowing someone’s identity means you can just slice their face open?”
I said it quietly.
Camilla stopped crying. Realization hit her all at once.
It wasn’t about who she cut. It was that she shouldn’t have cut anyone at all.
“Don, please. I’ve been your counsel for three years. I’ve done good work for you.”
Enzo walked over to her. Knife in hand. Crouched down. Gentle movements. Gentle voice.
“What were you going to carve on her face?”
Camilla started shaking violently.
“Two words. Whore and Bitch. Right?”
Enzo held the knife out to her, handle first.
“Do it yourself. One on each side. When you’re done, jump off the boat. Whether the water kills you—that’s up to you.”
Camilla broke. She screamed and scrambled backward, nails scraping across the deck, leaving ten marks.
“Please, Don. No. I can’t.”
Two guards grabbed her arms. Her screams echoed through the whole floor. Clear to the end of the corridor.
Seamus and Eileen knelt nearby. Shaking like leaves. Neither of them dared to speak.
“Hold on.”
I spoke.
Everyone turned to look at me.
Enzo stopped too. He looked at me with those careful, questioning eyes. Almost pitiful.
“Don’t make her jump.”
Camilla latched onto the words like a lifeline. Banged her head against the floor.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
“Still carve the words though.”
Camilla froze.
“But you don’t have to do it yourself.”
I looked down at her.
“Let Vito do it. He was enjoying the appraisal earlier. Good practice for him.”
Vito went pale. Camilla screamed again.
“Then take her to the nearest hospital. Stitch her up. Don’t let her die.”
I added. “Dead people don’t pay debts.”
“As for how much she owes—”
I turned to Enzo.
“Your legal counsel’s been running side deals under your name. Find out how much. Every cent. With interest.”
Enzo nodded without a second thought.
They dragged Camilla out. Her screams faded down the hallway.
The hall went quiet. Just Seamus’s chattering teeth and Eileen’s shaky sobs.
Enzo came back to me. Called a doctor right away. Stitched and bandaged my wounds. His hands were still shaking when he held the cotton.
“Let me clean the blood.”
I didn’t take it.
“You still owe me an answer.”
“Three replacements. You said you never touched them.”
I pointed at the doodles on the walls. The decorations.
“Then what about all this? Were these for them too?”
Enzo pressed his lips together. His throat moved.
“No.”
“Never.”
“They didn’t deserve to be in this room.”
“Everything here is how you left it.”
His voice dropped lower. Barely a whisper.
“White roses. Every three days. The midnight blue carpet—I went through eleven rolls. Couldn’t get the shade right.”
“You said you liked west-facing windows. Didn’t want the morning sun in your eyes.”
“This yacht’s route—it passes through the city where you were born. Every time, I stop for the night. Just sit on the water. I thought you might still be there somewhere.”
The room was quiet. Just the low hum of the engines.
Seamus and Eileen knelt behind us, listening.
Their fear had turned into something else. Emptiness. Realizing how stupid they’d been.
I looked into Enzo’s eyes.
There was no underworld killer in there. No Don.
Just a dog who’d been abandoned and had spent seven years trying to find his way home.
When his fingers touched me, he flinched. His red eyes finally gave way.
“Alright. That’s done.”
I pressed a handkerchief to my face. Blood soaked through the white cloth.
“Now we talk.”
“Seven years ago. You made me a promise.”
Enzo went stiff.
From the corner, Seamus dropped flat on the floor.
“Luciana! Sister! You knew Don—why didn’t you tell me? Everything I did—it was all a mistake! All of it!”
I didn’t turn. But Enzo did.
He looked at Seamus with a strange, clinical coldness.
“Seamus.”
“Yes, Don?”
“What was it you said earlier? The limited-edition Porsche you wanted?”