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
The warm light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow over the dark wood and leather. Enzo sat behind the desk, going over reports. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped in, unannounced but expected.“You’re late,” Enzo said without looking up.Luca smirked as he closed the door. “You never used to care about time when we were running heat in our backstreets.”“Now I care about school runs and quarterly projections,” Enzo replied, setting down his pen. “Different stakes.”Luca nodded and sat across from him. “It’s quieter out there.”Enzo raised an eyebrow. “Too quiet?”“There’s a vacuum, Enzo. Since you left… there’s no one solid holding things together.”“That’s not my concern anymore.”Luca leaned back, studying him. “You always had the head for order. Even when we were knee-deep in mess, you brought structure. People respected that.”“And feared it,” Enzo muttered. “Don’t romanticize it, Luca.”“I’m not. I’m telling you there’s instability. Factions forming, reckless kids stepping
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a golden hue across the counters. Sienna stood barefoot at the island, cutting strawberries for Lucia, who sat in her high chair, babbling to herself and occasionally tossing fruit to the floor.“Sweetheart,” Sienna said, laughing, “the food goes in your mouth, not under the fridge.”Lucia squealed in delight, clearly unconcerned.Enzo entered, sleeves rolled up, loosened tie around his neck. He leaned down, kissing Lucia’s forehead and then Sienna’s cheek.“Smells good in here,” he murmured.“That’s because it’s strawberries and not one of your protein shakes,” she teased.He chuckled. “Fair.”They watched Lucia for a moment, both quiet.“She’s growing fast,” Sienna said softly. “Seems like just yesterday I was waddling through this house, cursing swollen ankles.”Enzo smiled, resting a hand on her back. “And now she’s tossing berries like confetti.”Sienna turned to look at him. “Have you ever thought about having
Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod.“You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered.Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward.“Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the group.“But silence isn’t strength,” Sienna continued. “Community is. And that’s what we’re building here.”After the session ended, Natalia approached her with a wide grin. “You were amazing. The women were hanging on every word.”Sienna exhaled, wiping her palms on her skirt. “I was terrified.”“Didn’t show.”Just then, Sienna’s phone buzzed. It was a picture from Federico—baby Lucia n
Enzo leaned back in his chair, flipping through the latest quarterly report. The numbers didn’t lie. His lips curled into a wide smile just as Federico walked in, looking confident, sleeves rolled up and phone still in hand.Enzo raised a brow. “That the final call?”Federico nodded, tossing his phone onto the desk. “Done. They signed.”Enzo blinked. “You closed it?”Federico smirked. “I told you I would.”Enzo stood and walked around the desk. “You got them to agree to our terms? All of them?”“Every single one,” Federico said, voice calm but proud. “Distribution rights, branding control, full autonomy for expansion in the next region.”“Jesus,” Enzo muttered, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “That’s huge, Fed. This deal alone will cover our overhead for the next six months.”Federico chuckled. “Told you to trust me.”“I do trust you,” Enzo said, then added with a smirk, “But I didn’t expect you to wipe the floor with their legal team.”“They tried to box me in,” Federico said, settl
Enzo stood behind the counter of his café, sleeves rolled up, taking a break. The late afternoon crowd had thinned, leaving a calm lull in the air. The door chimed softly.Nico stepped in, dressed down in jeans and a black hoodie, eyes scanning the space.“Didn’t peg you for the espresso crowd,” Enzo said, smirking as he glanced up.Nico shrugged. “Didn’t come for coffee.Enzo picked up his coffee. “Then come on. Back patio’s quiet.”They moved out to the enclosed terrace, where potted herbs lined the walls and the city noise faded behind a curtain of green. Nico sat, drumming his fingers on the table.Enzo leaned back in his chair. “Talk to me.”“I’ve been thinking,” Nico started, eyes distant. “Things are shifting. Luca’s hanging by a thread. Everyone’s watching their backs. It’s not the life it used to be.”“It never was,” Enzo replied. “We just convinced ourselves it was worth the cost.”Nico looked up. “You made it out. Legit. I didn’t think it was possible, but you did it.”“It
Sienna pressed a hand to her belly, breathing through the tightness that gripped her. The restaurant bustled around her, waiters weaving between tables, the scent of fresh pasta and espresso filling the air. She tried to focus on the conversation with her friend, but another sharp pain made her grip the edge of the table.“Are you okay?” her friend, Natalia asked, concern flickering in her eyes.Sienna exhaled slowly. “I think—I think it’s happening.”Natalia’s eyes widened. “Now? Sienna, we need to call Enzo.”Sienna nodded, fumbling for her phone. Her hands trembled as she hit Enzo’s number. He picked up on the first ring.“Hey, piccola. What’s wrong?”She sucked in a breath, another contraction making her voice waver. “It’s time.”A chair scraped loudly on the other end. “Where are you?”“At the restaurant. I was meeting Natalia—”“I’m on my way.” His voice was sharp with urgency. “Stay put.”The call ended, and Natalia stood, waving down a waiter. “We need to get her somewhere mor
Alessandro DeLuca sat in the sparsely furnished living room, an empty glass in his hand, staring at the pile of unpaid bills scattered across the table. The walls around him felt smaller, suffocating.The front door opened, and Veronica stepped inside, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She wasn’t alone—Julian and Victoria trailed behind her, their expressions unreadable.Alessandro straightened. “You’re back.”Veronica met his gaze, but there was no warmth in her eyes. “Only to get the rest of our things.”His stomach dropped. “What?”She sighed, placing her purse down. “I’m leaving, Alessandro. For good. And the kids are coming with me.”Julian, arms crossed, stood firm. “We don’t want to be part of this anymore, Dad.”Victoria, barely holding back tears, nodded. “Mom’s right. It’s not safe here.”Alessandro’s jaw clenched. “Safe? I’m your father. You think running away is the answer?”Veronica stepped closer, her voice calm but unwavering. “You burned every bridge, Ales
The air inside the office was thick with tension. Federico paced near the window, eyes darting to the street below. Enzo, seated at his desk, flipped a pen between his fingers, his expression unreadable."Word's out," Federico finally said, his voice low. "Everyone knows you've left. Some think you're weak. Others think you’re a liability. And then there are the ones who just want you gone."Enzo didn’t react. He merely leaned back in his chair, the pen still spinning. "And which one sent the hitman?"Federico scoffed. "Does it matter? The fact is, someone’s coming. And we need to be ready."A long silence stretched between them. Enzo finally put the pen down, lacing his fingers together. "How sure are you?""Nico sent word. Said he caught wind of something through one of his informants. A contract’s been put out. Clean, quiet, professional. Someone wants you buried without a trace."Enzo sighed. "Any names?"Federico hesitated. "Just one. Matteo Ricci."Enzo’s brow furrowed. "Ricci?
Enzo sat alone in the dimly lit restaurant, the low hum of conversation filling the space. He checked his watch. Ten minutes past the agreed time.He shouldn’t have come.But when Massimo Guiliani requested a meeting, you didn’t ignore it. Not unless you were prepared for the consequences.The door at the back of the restaurant swung open, and a man stepped in. Massimo Guiliani—old but still sharp, his silver hair neatly combed back, his suit pristine. He moved with the careful confidence of someone who had outlived most of his enemies.“Enzo,” Guiliani greeted, sliding into the booth across from him. “It’s been a long time.”“Not long enough,” Enzo said, leaning back. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. Why am I here?”Guiliani chuckled, shaking his head. “Always straight to business. That’s what I always liked about you.”Enzo remained silent.Guiliani signalled the waiter, ordering a whiskey for himself and a water for Enzo. “Still keeping that sharp mind clear, I see.”“I don’t have tim