Chapter 6

Enzo POV

“I really hate these fundraiser events,” I muttered to Eli as he passed me a drink which I accepted gratefully.

Eli chuckled and joined me, pressing his back to the wall which I leaned against. “Would you rather have had your mother attend instead? Valenti would have loved to have attended.”

I cringed at the thought. “My mother would have spent my entire budget within the first two minutes walking through the door. You know how gentle her heart is. The images of the children would have been all the motivation needed.”

My mother was, in complete contrast to me, an utter angel.

“Well, we’re here so we may as well have some fun,” Eli drawled. “I feel like screwing with some of these prissy bitches.”

I chuckled as I watched him stride casually to a woman whose mask barely covered the look of disdain at being approached by someone who she felt was below her social standing.

“Good luck,” I whispered into my glass as I took another sip of the alcohol.

My eyes scanned the rest