ENZO POV

Holy heavens.

No way.

“Frank?”

I glanced at my secondhand man. “What the fuck is Frank doing there? Why is he beaten to a pulp?” I looked around for more than Silvio but it looked like only Silvio could give me the answer. “What the fuck is going on, Silvio?”

He hesitated before speaking.

“Boss. I hate to say that you were right.” He explained with a smile. “At some point I thought you were overthinking, but you weren't. You were more than right about your thoughts.”

I had so many thoughts.

Which one exactly did this man talk about?

“I'm not sure I understand what you mean,...