Enzo's eyes flared dangerously. "Luca, define 'everyone’.”
Luca's voice was tight, and his face stern. "Every contact with ears in the right places, every crew that has ever had a grievance with us. Enzo, they all know she's here.” Sienna's mind was racing, and her heart was thumping. "How? I haven't even—” With a hard voice, Luca interrupted her. "It doesn't matter how. They're coming; that's the point. For her. For us.” Enzo turned away and paced for a while, obviously going over a hundred possible outcomes in his head. At last, he paused and turned to face Luca. "How long do we have?” Luca ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “Maybe a few hours. Depending on their speed.” Sienna stepped forward and spoke in a halting voice. "What do they want with me? I am nobody.” Luca snorted and shook his head. "My love, you are no longer nobody. You’re leverage. A negotiating chip. You were used by your old man.” She felt sick to her stomach at the recollection. "So they're coming to—what? Make me turn against my father?” "That's one theory," Luca said with a shrug. “Or they just want to hurt Enzo. Your father may have more enemies than friends, and they may be trying to collect on debts.” Enzo's voice cut through the air like ice. "None of that matters now." Luca looked to him and furrowed his brows. "Boss, what is the play?" Enzo glanced at Sienna for a moment, then back at Luca. "Once it gets dark. We take her to a safe place.” Luca scoffed and folded his arms. "Safe? Do you honestly believe that anywhere is secure when half the city is after her?” Enzo shouted in a threatening voice, "She's under my protection. And no one will touch her as long as she is with me." The heart in Sienna's chest thumped. She couldn't decide whether his remarks were frightening or comforting. "What if they find us?" Enzo avoided eye contact with her. "They won't." Luca gave a somber laugh. "Enzo, confidence is cute, but it's not bulletproof. We must approach this with intelligence.” Enzo stepped closer and hissed, "I'm not asking for opinions, Luca." His voice lowered to a deadly calm. "I give the orders." Luca pulled at his lips in a sneer as he lifted his hands in submission. "All right, all right. You are the boss. However, don't say I didn't warn you when things start to go wrong.” Enzo continued to glare, but he returned his focus to Sienna. "Go upstairs; in the second bedroom on your left, you'll find some female clothes. Pack a bag. You'll have to pack light.” Her throat constricted. "Where are we going?" Enzo said, "A place they don't expect," with a fierce look. "Go now." With a nod, Sienna hurried back to the elevator. As she disappeared inside the doors, Luca shook his head and gave a faint whistle. "Are you sure this will work?" As he inquired, there was a hint of doubt in his voice. Enzo frowned. "Do you have a better idea?" "Ditch the girl," Luca remarked plainly as he leaned against the wall. “She’s not worth this heat. We let her go and move on after things have calmed down.” "Let her go?" Enzo's words drifted off. "To what end? For all the scumbags in this city to kill her?” Luca opened his lips to speak, "Look, let me just say—" when Enzo interrupted. "I never desert those under my care. You know that.” Enzo stated in a firm tone. Luca shook his head again and chuckled. "Enzo, you've softened. You wouldn't have hesitated in the past.” Enzo tightened his jaw but said nothing. Instead, he quickly knocked back another drink that he had poured for himself. With a softer tone, Luca went on, "You're making a mistake. She is not one of us. She will never be.” Enzo's eyes jerked upward. "You think I don’t know that?" "So why jeopardize everything for her?" Luca pushed. "Everyone in the organization is watching you. If they perceive weakness—” "They won't," Enzo cut in, his tone deadly cool. "Because I'm strong." Luca rubbed the back of his neck and moaned. "Anything you say, boss. But when this blows up, don't I didn't warn you.” Enzo's eyes hardened. "I won't." With a tiny bag thrown over her shoulder, Sienna stepped back into the room as the elevator dinged. She was obviously aware of the tension in the room because she stopped for a time, glancing between the two men. "Is everything okay?" she inquired warily. Enzo snarled, "All right," and reached for his coat. "Let's go." Grinning, Luca pushed himself away from the wall. "Enjoy yourself, children. While you are playing house, I will keep the ship going. Enzo struck him on the side of the face with lightning speed and without warning. "Don't ever forget who's the boss" With a gasp, Sienna covered her lips with her hands. Luca touched the side of his face but did not wince. "You know what to do if anything changes," Enzo said over his shoulder as he turned to the door. Luca saluted languidly, his grin never taking off. "Don't worry, boss. I'll keep things in check.” As Enzo and Sienna ventured out into the night, the tension was evident. Sienna is still in shock about what transpired in the penthouse. "Are we going to act as though you didn't just hit this guy?" Sienna demanded trying to match his speed. Enzo rounded on her so quickly that she collided with his steel-hard chest. "Never meddle in my affairs." Enzo growled in a deadly calm voice, The coldness in his voice made Sienna shudder. Silently, she put her arms about her body and followed. She sensed that they were being watched, even though the streets were dead quiet. "Where are we heading?" She queried, her voice barely audible. "Somewhere that very few people know of." He responded as they got to the waiting car. Sienna frowned and slid into the passenger seat. "What if they find us there?" Enzo was slow to answer. He clenched his jaw, flipped on the engine, and sped off into the night. "They won't." With her arms folded, Sienna whispered, "You keep saying that. But you don't know for sure." He gave her a sidelong glance. "I've kept my thoughts to myself, which is why I have survived this long. I’m always five steps ahead.” "Always?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because you don't seem to be ahead at the moment." Enzo laughed solemnly. "You'd be surprised." Sienna groaned and looked out the window. "This is absurd. Everything.” Drearily, Enzo said, "Welcome to my world." Sienna exploded with rage and shook her head. "I didn’t ask for this! I didn't ask that my dad—” "Sell you out?" Enzo completed for her in a cold tone. "You didn't. That doesn't change the fact that he did, though.” She bit her lip, her hands trembling in her lap. "What's going to happen to him?" Enzo's gaze returned to her, his expression opaque. "That is no longer your concern." "Not my concern?" She repeated, her voice trembling. "He's my father!" "He's the one who put you in this situation," Enzo said plainly. "The sooner you recognize that, the easier things will be for you.” Sienna's hands clenched as her anger surged. "You think I don’t know that? You think that I don't despise him for it?” Enzo said nothing, focusing on the road ahead. But she could feel his grip tightening on the steering wheel and a slight tension in his jaw. She let out a tremulous breath after a few seconds of stillness. "What are your plans? Keep me hidden forever?” Enzo's lips curled into a little smile. "Not forever. Just until this is resolved.” “What would happen if it didn't?” She exerted pressure. "It will. I’ll make sure of it," he said with assurance. Despite her doubts, Sienna didn't pursue the matter. On the edge of the city, the car skidded to a stop in front of an unremarkable structure. Enzo walked out and gestured for her to come. Sienna felt her heart thumping in her chest as they walked into the darkened building. She was sure that there was no going back now, but she had no idea what lay inside. When they reached the top floor, the door cracked open, and a shadowy figure was waiting in the middle of the room. The figure whispered, "Enzo," in a low, threatening voice. "It was wrong of you to bring her here." Enzo's hand automatically went to his handgun. "What are you doing here?" The figure stepped forward, his face coming into view—a cold, calculating smile playing on his lips. “I’m here to finish what her father started,” the man said, his eyes locking onto Sienna with chilling intensity.The figure in front of Enzo and Sienna was hardly visible in the faint light from the lone bulb hanging in the middle of the room. His presence was laden with danger as his shadow swept over the floor.The breath caught in Sienna's throat. She shifted closer to Enzo out of reflex and muttered, "Who is that?"When he heard her query, the man's grin got bigger. "Oh, don't worry, my love. I'm just your father's old pal.”Enzo's voice was cold as ice, and his palm was hovering over his revolver. "No one considers you a friend. Mateo, what are you doing here?”Mateo, trying to look innocent, arched an eyebrow. "What, Enzo, won't you give me a hearty welcome? I thought the hostility was over.”Enzo snarled, his muscles tensing, preparing to flex, "Answer my question."Mateo laughed, amusement shining in his eyes. "I was informed about the girl. When you do something like this, word gets around quickly. You are aware of the city's operations. The vultures circle as soon as you introduce a ne
With the walls rising on either side like prison bars, the alley was oppressively small. As Mateo's men surrounded them, guns aimed and eyes shining with ill intent, Sienna felt her heart thumping in her chest. The air was so tense it could be cut with a knife.Mateo smirked smugly as he moved forward, his pistol still holstered. "Enzo, I told you. You would eventually slip up.”Enzo did not react. While his other hand hovered close to his revolver, he continued to hold Sienna's hand securely. “Mateo, you are making a mistake. This will not go as you anticipate.”Mateo laughed and relaxed against the automobile. "Oh? How is that? You are surrounded, outnumbered, and outgunned. As far as I’m concerned, this is over.”Sienna's breathing quickened as she turned to face Enzo. His face was blank and serene, but she could feel the stiffness in his hands. Then she said, barely audible. "What do we do?" With his eyes fixed on Mateo, Enzo mumbled back. “Stay close. Don't move until I tell you
When the black car's window rolled down, Sienna's whole body froze. In the gloomy streetlight, her father's features appeared as icy and cunning as ever. His eyes stared at her with an odd mixture of triumph and disdain."Sienna, get in the car," he commanded in a cold voice.Enzo tightened his grip on her arm as if to warn her not to move. Marco, who was just behind them, reached for his weapon and looked from the car to Sienna.Enzo stepped forward just enough to put himself between Sienna and her father. He spoke in a low, menacing voice. "She’s not going anywhere."A snarl curved her father's lip. "Enzo, do you think you can keep her away from me? Compared to you, I've been playing this game a lot longer. You have no idea what you're up against.”As Sienna looked from Enzo to her father, her heart was pounding in her ears. This was the moment that had been developing; it wasn't just another confrontation. She sensed it.Her father went on, leaning out the window, "You've already l
The wail of approaching sirens broke the brief period of calm they'd experienced. Enzo listened to the sound and pulled away from Sienna, his gaze hardening. The sirens were getting close—too close."We have to move, Enzo." Marco, who had been keeping watch beside the entrance to the alley, turned to face them. "The cops are coming. In less than three minutes, they will be here." His voice was low as he warned.When Sienna realized they weren't yet safe, her pulse quickened and her heart raced. "What are we going to do?"Enzo took her hand, his grip tight and comforting. "We'll leave before they get here. Cover us, Marco."Marco nodded, pulling out his gun. “I’ll buy us some time.”Without another word, Enzo pulled Sienna down the alley, leading her deeper into the maze of narrow streets. Every turn they took led to a dead end, the city itself conspiring against them.“We’re running out of options,” Sienna whispered, her voice tight with fear.“Trust me,” Enzo replied, his eyes scanni
Sienna's eyes widened as she pulled open the heavy wooden door and entered Enzo's world—a far cry from the safe house where she had been recovering from her wound. Fortunately, the bullet only grazed her arm, making treatment simple and healing quicker."This place... Sienna gazed around the room, and her voice trailed off. It was opulent, gloomy, and exuded power. "This is completely different from what I imagined."Enzo stood next to her, keeping a careful eye on her. "What did you imagine?""I'm not sure. Cold. Dark.” Her gaze lingered on a large artwork that was hung on the wall. “But it’s… beautiful.”A small smile formed on Enzo's lips. "Sienna, I'm not all chaos and violence."She arched an eyebrow. "Could have fooled me."With a laugh, Enzo approached a liquor cabinet. He poured himself a drink, swirled the amber liquid in the glass, and took a sip. "Welcome to my world. There are certain things you must understand.”Leaning against the doorframe, Sienna folded her arms. "Like
Enzo leaned against the balcony railing, the cool night breeze whispering through his dark hair. The city below him was still, unaware of the storm brewing within its king. He felt out of place, like a stranger in his own world.Marco approached quietly, breaking Enzo’s silence. “What’s bothering you?”Enzo didn’t turn. “You wouldn’t understand.”“Try me,” Marco replied, crossing his arms. “I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s eating at you.”Enzo’s jaw clenched. “It’s nothing.”“Nothing?” Marco’s eyebrows shot up. “This isn’t about business. It’s about her, isn’t it?”Enzo’s fingers tightened on the railing, his knuckles turning white. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Marco snorted. “Right. And I’m the Pope.”“Drop it, Marco.”“You can order me around in a meeting, but out here?” Marco leaned closer. “You’re my friend, Enzo. And friends don’t let friends spiral in silence.”Enzo finally turned, his eyes flashing. “Spiral? I’m not spiraling.”“Really?” Marco ra
Enzo strode down the hallway with Sienna at his side, his mind already calculating the next move. Marco’s news had sent a shockwave through him—Mateo’s men were never on the move without a purpose. He glanced sideways at Sienna, who kept pace with him, a determined look on her face despite the clear apprehension in her eyes.“Where are we going?” Sienna finally asked, her voice tense.“To the safe room,” Enzo replied, not breaking his stride. “It’s secure, and you’ll be protected there.”“And you?” she countered, her voice firm. “Where are you going?”“To handle things,” he said, the edge in his voice unmistakable.Sienna stopped in her tracks, forcing him to do the same. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not going to just sit and wait like some prisoner.”Enzo turned to face her, his jaw tightening. “This isn’t up for discussion, Sienna.”“It is if it involves me,” she argued, crossing her arms. “You said you wanted to protect me, but I’m not some fragile doll you can lock away.
The clinking of glasses and hushed murmurs reverberated through the dimly lit dining room as Enzo entered. The dinner table was set, but the atmosphere felt thick with something far heavier than the scent of roasted lamb and red wine.Marco stood near the window, scanning the grounds. He turned as Enzo approached. “Word’s out,” Marco muttered, not bothering with small talk. “The Torres Clan has been making inquiries.”Enzo’s eyes narrowed. “Inquiries?”Marco crossed his arms, his expression grim. “They’re not being subtle about it, either. They want to know why the great Enzo Falcone has taken a stray under his wing.”Enzo’s jaw tightened. “And what have you heard?”“Word is, they think you’ve gone soft,” Marco said, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “That maybe this girl—Sienna—is your Achilles’ heel.”Enzo didn’t respond immediately. He walked over to the table, picking up a glass of wine and swirling it absentmindedly. “The Torres Clan always did like to gamble,” he said finall
A thick fog rolled in from the ocean, shrouding the rusted shipping containers and abandoned cranes in eerie silence. The only sound was the distant crashing of waves against the dock and the faint clicking of weapons being loaded.Enzo stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by his men—Luca, Nico, Federico, and the rest of his crew. Their faces were hard, their fingers resting lightly on their triggers.Across from them, Diego Torres emerged from the shadows, his army of killers fanning out behind him.The two men locked eyes, years of rivalry boiling down to this moment.“So this is how it ends, Falcone? In the dirt, where you belong?”Diego said mockingly.“No, Torres. It ends with you bleeding out at my feet.” Enzo responded, calm and deadly. Diego grinned, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.“Big words. But I don’t see Marco here to back you up anymore.” Diego scoffed. A muscle in Enzo’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait.“And I don’t see Giancarlo stan
The tension in the war room was thick as Enzo stood at the head of the table, his sharp gaze moving over the men gathered. Luca, Nico, Federico, and a handful of trusted lieutenants were seated, their expressions grim. Sienna stood beside Enzo, arms crossed, her mind already working through the angles.Enzo leaned forward. “Diego thinks he has the upper hand after the stunt he pulled yesterday. He’s wrong. It’s time we remind him who he’s dealing with.”“We took losses, Enzo. If we hit back, we need to make sure it counts.” Luca said gruffly.Federico nodded. “Agreed. We go in blind, we lose more than men—we lose ground.”Sienna’s eyes flickered between them before she spoke.“We don’t have to go in blind. We use his own aggression against him.” Sienna explained calmly.All eyes turned to her. Luca’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.Enzo tilted his head. “Go on.”Siena: “Diego’s been expanding, spreading himself too thin. He’s vulnerable. His men are scattered between his stron
The stillness of the morning shattered as Enzo’s phone buzzed relentlessly on the desk. Federico stormed into the office, his expression grim.“Boss, we’ve got a problem.” Federico said urgently. “Diego’s making his move.”Enzo snatched the phone. “What’s happened?”“Three of our warehouses have been hit in the last hour. They burned everything to the ground. We’ve got injured men, and worse—he’s not stopping there.” Federico reeled out.Enzo cursed under his breath. “He’s coming for blood.”Sienna appeared in the doorway, already dressed, her face a mix of determination and worry.“What’s going on?” Sienna queried.Enzo briefly met her gaze. “Diego’s targeting everything we’ve built. This isn’t just a power play—he’s coming for all of us.”Sienna stepped into the room. “Then we fight back.”Federico looked between them. “He’s already ahead of us. We’ve got reports of his men circling Nico’s safehouse and Luca’s crew.”“Get everyone to fall back to secure locations.” Enzo said, tighte
Smoke billowed into the sky as the sound of gunfire subsided. Sienna lowered her binoculars, her breath shaky. The factory floor was littered with bodies, but amidst the wreckage, a lone figure emerged, bloodied but alive.“Enzo… it’s Diego. He made it out.” Sienna whispered.Enzo’s jaw tightened as he grabbed the binoculars from her, focusing on Diego. His rival was limping toward a waiting car, clutching his side.“Damn it. Mateo’s down, but Diego… he’s not done yet.” Enzo muttered. Luca gritted his teeth. “We should’ve taken the shot when we had the chance.”“Mateo’s confirmed dead.” Federico's voice came over the radio. “I’m moving my team back to regroup. Orders?”Enzo pressed the radio to his mouth, his voice cold and commanding. “Let Diego go for now. We’ve done enough damage here. Pull back and meet us at the estate.”Federico agreed reluctantly. “Understood.”“Are you sure about this?” Sienna asked hesitantly. “He’s vulnerable right now.”Enzo turned to her. “He’s also despe
Enzo leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled under his chin as Sienna stood at the head of the table, flanked by Luca, Nico, and Federico. The tension in the room was palpable as they awaited her explanation. A map of the city was spread across the table, dotted with red and blue markers representing Mateo’s and Diego’s territories.Sienna pointed to the map. “This is where we take control. Mateo and Diego have been circling each other for weeks, trying to gain the upper hand. We can use their egos against them and force a confrontation.”Luca raised an eyebrow. “Force a confrontation? These two don’t need much encouragement to kill each other. What’s your plan, exactly?”“We leak false information to both sides. Mateo thinks Diego is planning an ambush on his safehouse here—” (she taps a red marker) “—and Diego thinks Mateo is targeting one of his key supply routes here.” (She moves to a blue marker.) “We bait them into striking simultaneously, and when they meet in the crossfir
Enzo stood at the head of the long table, his men seated around him. Luca, Nico, Federico, and Sienna all looked up as Mario, one of Enzo’s messengers, entered the room with a letter in hand. Mario's face was tight with tension as he handed it to Enzo. “It’s from Diego Torres. A courier delivered it this morning.”Enzo unfolded the letter, his dark eyes scanning the elegant script. His jaw clenched as he read, and he tossed it onto the table for the others to see.“Diego’s proposing a truce.” Enzo scoffed. “A truce?” Nico snorted. “After everything he’s done? He must think we’re fools.”“Or desperate.” Luca said grimly. “He knows we’ve been taking losses. He wants us to bite.”Sienna picked up the letter, reading it carefully. “It’s... polished.” She said thoughtfully. “Too polished. Diego’s not the type to extend an olive branch unless there’s a dagger hidden behind it.”“So what’s the angle?” Federico asked. “If it’s a trap, why even bother with the formalities?”Enzo leaned forwar
The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting flickering shadows over the scattered documents on the table. Sienna leaned over a dossier, her brow furrowed. Across from her, Luca sat with his arms crossed, his usual skepticism replaced by quiet focus.“Look at this.” Sienna pointed at a document. “Transfers, encrypted communications, all routed through dummy accounts tied to Diego’s shell companies. There’s no way this isn’t coordinated.”Luca leaned forward. “So you’re saying we have spies in the organization feeding intel directly to Torres?”Sienna nodded. “Not just spies. A network. This didn’t start overnight. Whoever’s running this has been building it for years.”Luca exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it. Enzo needs to know.”“Not yet.” Sienna countered firmly. “If we alert him now, we risk tipping off the network. We need to dismantle it quietly, piece by piece.”Luca narrowed his eyes. “You’re asking me to keep this from him? That’s a dangerous game
The soft hum of the city filtered through the partially open windows of Enzo’s office. Luca, Nico, and Sienna stood around the large oak table scattered with maps and surveillance photos. Enzo leaned forward, his knuckles pressed against the edge, the tension in his frame palpable."We’re at a tipping point. Mateo and Diego are circling each other like wolves.” Enzo said calmly but firmly. “We’re going to give them a reason to tear each other apart."Luca crossed his arms. "You’re playing with fire, Enzo. Mateo might be predictable, but Diego? He’ll gut us all just to prove a point."Nico nodded. "Luca’s right. This isn’t a game. If this backfires—""It won’t backfire.” Enzo cut him off. “We’ve spent months dismantling their alliances. They’re paranoid, desperate. We use that against them." -he glanced at Sienna- "Sienna, tell them what you’ve found."Sienna stepped forward, her voice steady despite the weight of their gazes."Mateo’s men intercepted a shipment of Diego’s last week. I
The room was dense with cigarette smoke, the air thick with tension. Diego Torres sat at the head of the long table, his lieutenants flanking him on either side. Across from him sat Mateo Salazar, a calm, calculating expression masking his true intentions.Diego leaned back in his chair. "I’ll admit, Mateo, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show your face here after the last botched operation and you taking out my man Raul..""You wound me, Diego.” Mateo smiled. “I’m here to smooth things over, not to fight old battles."Diego snorted. "Smooth things over? You lost me a key man and three shipments. Three! And now Enzo’s moving in on my docks because of your incompetence.""Enzo’s move was strategic.” Mateo said suavely. “He’s playing us against each other, Diego. You know this. If we don’t work together, he’ll bleed us both dry."Diego narrowed his eyes. "And you expect me to trust you after everything?"Mateo: "Trust isn’t necessary. Mutual interest is. I have information that co