Chapter 38

Enzo's pov

When I walked into the VIP room, it was a mad sight. Bottles of vodka and whiskey were littered about, all empty. The frosted glass table was smeared with the illegal powder and a couple of women were tangled up on the floor in the middle of a cat fight.

“He's mine, he's mine, he's mine!” Francesca was saying over and over like a possessed person as she tugged hard on another girl's hai