THE SHADOWS WITHIN: BROTHERS OF FATE

Enzo Is Wrong

Meanwhile….

Antonio stood in front of the Ginsen warehouse with Jude. They decided not to go with their men because they might gain attention.

"You should rethink this; the Ginsens won't spare us and your entire family," Jude said, and Antonio laughed before receiving a call from Damon.

"How is the situation there?" he asked.

"Don Luca didn't show up," he said, and Antonio smiled before hanging up.

"That man had the guts to attack me," Antonio said. He was a very vengeful person and didn't forget about Don Luca's attack yesterday when they arrived.

"What will you do to him?" Jude asked, confused.

"If the formula gets missing, then the Ginsens will go after the family who was not present at the club, as for me. I am present." Antonio kept laughing.

He was going to let these two powerful families ruin themselves, and he would finally emerge as the strongest in Italy.

"No more talking; let's get to action." They both put on their masks, loaded their guns, and went in according to plan.

The warehouse was heavily secured, but they had drilled an entrance before coming.

Jude went into the drilled entrance while Antonio went through the fence. He slowly sneaked to the power source before switching it off.

With a smile, he put on his glasses which enabled him to see in the dark. "Why did the power go off? Hurry and check," the head of security said with an alert tone.

Antonio quickly left the spot and hid behind a palm tree; these were the moments he usually thought about his mom and kid sister.

If there was a way for him to bring them back, then he would have done that already, but there is not. And the only way for him to subside this pain is by killing all those involved in their deaths.

"Krrrr, action," he groaned and whispered to himself before pulling his gun out as he hurried to the entrance. Jude was in charge of getting the formula while he got rid of these men.

**

Enzo clenched his fist as the table was filled with drugs, cigarettes, and weapons. Was this the life his brother lived? He was on the side of the law, and he made a mental note to raid this nightclub once he proved himself innocent.

"This is what we call fun in Italy," Damon whispered, and Enzo's lips curled up in disgust.

"How old are you?" He couldn't help but ask the young man.

Damon stood up and held a bottle of champagne. "Old enough to bang that lady," he said, and he walked towards a lady who sat alone at the edge of the club.

Enzo sighed heavily; that one was already gone. Then a man in his thirties approaches him, with his men following him behind.

"Antonio De Luca," he called, and the ladies sitting beside Antonio quickly left. This made Enzo realize that these men were trouble.

The man sat facing him as he placed both his legs on the table.

He picked up a sachet of drugs before glaring at Enzo.

"It's my product; why don't you have a taste?" He asked, and Enzo glared away.

So this man produced these drugs? How messy was everyone here?

"I am asking kindly," the man added, and Enzo frowned.

"I won't have those low-rated drugs," he blurted, and everyone who heard him gasped in shock.

Michael was a short-tempered man, and he took his drugs as his pride; no one had ever insulted them in his face. But they knew Antonio was right.

His drugs were low-rated, tasteless, and had no flavor.

"What did you say?" Michael stood up angrily, and then Damon hurried towards them.

"Let it go," Damon said, and Michael pushed him away.

"Who do you think you are? Some stupid De Luca," Michael was pissed.

"Apologise," he added, and a smile crept on Enzo's lips since he was here. He might as well beat these drug dealers up; the man had backup, and so did he.

"In your dreams," Enzo said, and Michael broke the bottle of champagne when Enzo kicked it off his hand.

The place became a mess as Antonio's men fought with Michael's men. Bottles were flying around as gunshots could be heard.

The ladies got scared and screamed as they hurried out. Damon retracted his gun before pointing at Michael.

"I won't want to pull this; tell your men to back off," he warned, and veins had popped up in Michael's forehead.

Blood dripped down his hand from the injury he experienced when Enzo kicked the broken bottle in his hand.

"This isn't over," Michael warned him angrily before leaving with his men.

"Let's leave now," Damon said as they all hurried outside.

"You just made him our enemy; Antonio won't spare you," Damon said, and Enzo frowned.

He doesn't care about Antonio's reaction; that man is so arrogant for his personality and needs someone to put him in his place.

"I am telling you, wherever I meet Michael, I won't spare him," Enzo swore angrily as they got inside the car and drove away.

"You should be calm; I thought you were better than Antonio," Damon said angrily, Even if Antonio was a troublemaker and a sarcastic man, he never fought someone he could benefit from.

Soon they arrived at the mansion and walked upstairs, but Antonio was still not back. Damon knew he would be so angry and probably take out his anger on them.

Then a car pulled in, and they stood by the window and checked downstairs, only to find Antonio walking out of the car with Jude.

They kept laughing; he was in a good mood. Then one of their men approached him; he explained what happened at the club, and Antonio frowned.

"Where are they?" He asked, and the man pointed inside.

"Jude, you get some doctors under training to handle that formula; I don't want licensed doctors," he said, and Jude nodded.

That was a smart move; students were helpless, and they also knew formulas.

Antonio walked upstairs and found Enzo and Damon standing by the window.

He scanned at them for a while before laughing. "Damon, get us some wine," he said.

He finally succeeded in getting Ginsen's ancestral formula, all thanks to Enzo, so how could he hate him?

Damon nodded and walked out. "So tell me, Michael. How was his condition before you left him?" He asked, and Enzo thought for a while.

"His hand was gravely injured."

Antonio clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. "I expected more from you; next time, don't let your opponent survive."

"Says the man who spared those men who tried killing us when we arrived in Italy?" Enzo sneered.

"Well..." he shrugged his shoulders.

Enzo is wrong; he never spares anyone and takes his time before planning for his opponent's downfall.

Now, the Ginsens will take care of Don Luca, and he is going to help any of them who come to him.