ENZO'S POV

WHAT THE FUCK?

“Come, Silvio.” I commanded.

The man caught up with me in seconds. “What do you see?” I asked, handing the phone over to him. “Do you see what I saw just now, Silvio?”

“Y—yes.” He snatched the phone, moped at the screen before moping at me. “That's his woman. She's probably the owner of the phone, boss.” He seemed excited. “Look! The answer came to us on its own.” He looked around, relaxed on the car as he let out a sigh. “What do we do now?”

What do we do?

I was going to come down to that.

But before we got down to...