My Family Sold Me To The Don. Too Bad He Was My Dog All Along Chapter 07
Seamus’s brain was still catching up.
When Enzo mentioned the Porsche, he took it as a good sign.
The fear on his face started to fade, replaced by that slimy grin, his lips already curling up—
“Get his keys.”
Enzo gave the order to his guards like he was asking for a glass of water.
“Every car under his name. Tow them tonight. Crush them. Make him watch.”
Seamus’s smile froze.
“From now on, every time he sees a car, he’ll remember what he did tonight.”
“Don!”
Seamus’s voice went sharp. He crawled forward a couple steps.
“I’m her brother. She’s my sister. Can’t we talk about this like family—”
“You don’t get to say that.”
Not Enzo. Me.
Seamus stopped moving.
I turned around and looked down at the two people kneeling on the floor.
Eileen was still crying. But it was just instinct now. Survival reflex.
Her eyes darted between me and Enzo, trying to figure out which one to suck up to.
Seamus’s cheek was still red. Half from Vito’s slap. Half from the color draining out of his face.
His expression kept shifting—fear to groveling to panic and back again.
I spoke up. Not loud.
“When I was six.”
“You choked on some chicken. Eileen said I poisoned you. For six years after that, I ate canned soup and dry bread.”
“At twelve, you stole lab equipment from school and sold it. They caught you. You blamed me. I got expelled.”
“At fifteen, you racked up fifty grand in gambling debt. I fought underground for three years to pay it off.”
“At eighteen, I got a full ride to Columbia. You had Eileen burn the acceptance letter. Said girls didn’t need that much education.”
Every time I mentioned something, Seamus’s head dropped lower.
Not out of guilt.
Because he knew—with Enzo hearing all this—he had nothing left to bargain with.
“So you see—” I looked at Enzo. “That’s my family.”
Enzo’s jaw was locked tight.
His eyes moved from the cuts on my face to the bruises on my wrists to the dark mark on my shoulder from the ashtray.
Each time he looked, a vein pulsed at his temple.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
Not asking for my opinion. Asking for orders.
I stared at the two on the floor for about five seconds.
“Still owe the Russians, right?” I asked Seamus.
“Yes. Yes.” He nodded like his head might fall off.
“How much?”
“Three… three hundred million…”
Three hundred million.
I’d given Enzo twenty million to start with. He turned it into ten billion in three years. Seamus had taken everything the Romanos had and pissed it away in seven.
“The debt—” I looked at Enzo.
“Done.”
“Wipe it.”
Seamus’s head shot up. Pure disbelief in his eyes. Eileen stopped crying and stared at me.
“Three hundred million. Every cent. From Lombardi accounts. Tomorrow.”
“Luciana! My girl. I knew you had a good heart—”
“Fifty percent interest. Annual.”
Eileen’s words died in her throat.
“If you can’t pay, we take the Romano properties. The cars. The shares.”
“Three-month window.”
“Three months and you’re out. I’ll name someone else to run the family business. You two walk away with nothing.”
“That’s—that’s loan sharking!” Seamus finally broke.
I laughed. It pulled at the wound.
“Your interest rate was higher when you hit me with that ashtray.”
Seamus shrank back like I’d dumped ice water on him.
“This is your last chance.”
I crouched down, eye to eye with him.
“Not because you’re family.”
“Because I want to see how stupid you two can really get.”
I stood up. The world tilted for a second.
Drugs still in my system. Blood loss. Everything went blurry.
A hand caught my waist. Steady.
Enzo. He didn’t speak. Just held me up. Firm enough to keep me standing. Gentle enough not to hurt.
“Get her to the medical room,” Enzo told the team at the door. “Get Corbin here. Tonight.”
Corbin Bianchi.
Top-three ranked plastic surgeons in the country.
Last I heard, he was in L.A.
Enzo was flying him across the country. For two cuts on my face.
They walked me toward the inner suite. As I passed Seamus and Eileen, I stopped.
“Oh. One more thing.”
They both looked up.
“You ruined my third anniversary cake.”
The hand on my waist tightened. Fingers dug into me like iron. Hard enough to bruise.
Enzo stopped breathing.
I turned my head toward him. His face was blank.
But behind his eyes—something dark. Something that could swallow the whole room.
“Married?” His voice was barely there. “You’re… married?”
The air went cold again. Colder than before.
I looked at him and almost laughed.
“What happened to ‘I’ll wait for you no matter what’?”
Enzo’s lips pressed into a thin line. Every muscle in his face was twitching.
He was fighting to keep his voice steady.
“Who is he?”
I leaned against the doorframe and smiled back at him.
“Guess.”
The door closed.
Enzo stood there. Didn’t move.
A long silence. Then Seamus and Eileen’s shaky voices from behind.
“Don… can we go now…?”
Enzo didn’t turn around. His voice came through his teeth. Each word like crushed glass.
“Seamus.”
“Yes…”
“Who is Luciana’s husband?”