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
Enzo sat at his desk, flipping through a newspaper, his jaw tightening as he read the headline.FORMER UNDERWORLD FIGURE TURNED BUSINESSMAN—CAN A LEOPARD REALLY CHANGE ITS SPOTS?The article went into detail about his past—his connections to the mafia, his leadership under the Falcone name, the violence, the power struggles. There were no outright accusations, but the implications were clear: Could someone like Enzo Falcone truly go legitimate?Federico stormed into the office, slamming the door behind him. “Have you seen this crap?” He threw the paper onto Enzo’s desk, eyes blazing.Enzo exhaled. “Yeah.”“This is deliberate,” Federico spat. “Someone fed them this. This isn’t just some journalist digging around—it’s a hit piece.”Enzo nodded. “I know.”Federico paced, running a hand through his hair. “I bet it’s Rossi.”Enzo’s gaze darkened. Carlo Rossi, their biggest competitor in the commercial real estate sector, had been circling them like a shark for weeks. He had old money, deep
Enzo leaned back in his chair, scanning the paperwork in front of him. The numbers were solid. Their latest expansion deal was moving forward, and the projections looked even better than expected. Across the desk, Federico grinned, tapping his fingers against the polished wood.“We’re actually doing this,” Federico said, shaking his head in amusement. “Legitimate, profitable… almost feels like a dream.”Enzo smirked. “Told you we could.”Federico scoffed. “Yeah, yeah. But let’s not pretend you didn’t have doubts.”Enzo’s expression darkened slightly. “I still do. People like us don’t get clean slates. We build something good, and someone always wants to tear it down.”Federico’s grin faded. “You think Fabio's going to make a move?”Enzo sighed. “I don’t know. But I don’t trust him to sit back and do nothing.”Federico leaned forward. “So what’s the plan?”Enzo tapped the papers. “We keep expanding. The stronger we get, the harder we are to touch.”Federico nodded slowly. “I like it. B
Enzo sat at the back of the high-end restaurant, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. The air smelt of seared steak and expensive whiskey, but there was a tension beneath the polished atmosphere that he couldn’t ignore.Across from him sat Fabio Santori, a small-time player from the life Enzo had left behind. Fabio looked relaxed, sipping his wine, but Enzo wasn’t fooled. The man never did anything without an angle.Sienna sat beside Enzo, her presence a silent anchor. She had wanted to come, and Enzo hadn’t argued. If this meeting was going where he thought it was, she had every right to hear it for herself.Fabio set his glass down with a satisfied sigh. “You’ve done well for yourself, Enzo. Clean slate, legitimate business—quite the transformation.” He smirked. “But you know how it is. The past never really lets go.”Enzo’s jaw tightened. “If you came here to reminisce, I don’t have time for it.”Fabio chuckled, shaking his head. “Always direct. I respect that.” He leane
The low hum of the espresso machine filled the quiet café as Enzo stirred his coffee absently, his gaze sharp and unrelenting as it rested on Federico. Across from him, Federico sat back in his chair, legs stretched out, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. But Enzo knew him too well—Federico was testing the waters, feeling out the boundaries of this new arrangement between them."So," Federico drawled, picking up his cup. "Are you going to keep watching me like I’m about to pull a knife on you, or can we have a normal conversation?"Enzo leaned forward, his voice steady, but the underlying steel was unmistakable. "I need you to hear me on this, Federico. If I ever suspect you're doing anything illegal—anything—I will cut you off without hesitation. No warnings, no second chances."Federico exhaled, shaking his head. "Christ, Enzo. You really think so little of me? I came to you because I want to do things the right way.""Do you?" Enzo challenged. "Or did you come because you figured wo
Enzo sat at the long mahogany conference table, his fingers laced together, his expression unreadable as he listened to the final terms of the deal being read out loud. Across from him, Richard Lawson, a seasoned investor with a sharp eye for opportunity, slid the contract toward him."Everything looks good on our end," Richard said, tapping the folder. "This partnership could be lucrative for both of us."Enzo exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of this moment. This wasn’t like the deals he used to make—those had been sealed with handshakes and veiled threats. This was different. This was legitimate. He picked up the pen and signed his name at the bottom of the contract.Richard extended his hand. "Welcome to the world of legal business, Falcone."Enzo shook it firmly. "Appreciate it, Lawson."As the meeting wrapped up, Enzo stepped out of the office and into the waiting car, where Sienna sat in the passenger seat. She looked at him expectantly."Well?" she asked, her eyes scanning hi
The vibration of Enzo’s phone against the wooden kitchen counter broke the comfortable silence of the evening. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening when he saw Luca’s name flashing. Sienna, curled up on the couch with a book, noticed his hesitation.“You going to answer?” she asked, watching him carefully.Enzo exhaled, rubbing his face before swiping the call. “Luca.”“Enzo.” Luca’s voice was edged with tension. “I need your advice.”Enzo closed his eyes briefly. He’d known this call would come eventually. “Luca, I told you—”“I know what you told me,” Luca cut him off, his frustration bleeding through. “But this isn’t something I can just figure out on my own. There’s a situation brewing between the Rojas and the Castillos. It’s bad.”Enzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not my problem.”“The hell it isn’t,” Luca snapped. “Nico’s trying to keep things steady, but if this war blows up, it’ll reach him too. He doesn’t need a damn war, Enzo. And neither do I.”Sienna sa
Enzo sat at the sleek conference table, his hands folded together, his expression impassive as he listened to the man across from him hesitate."Mr. Falcone," the man—Mark Sinclair, owner of a high-end supply chain company—began, shifting in his seat. "Your reputation precedes you. And while I admire your desire to move into legitimate business, my board has concerns."Enzo’s jaw tightened, but his voice remained smooth. "Concerns."Sinclair cleared his throat. "Your name carries a... history. People talk. Investors listen. I’ve had calls warning me about potential risks." He exhaled. "I’m in the business of stability, Mr. Falcone. I can’t afford unnecessary complications."Enzo remained silent for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. Sienna, sitting beside him, placed a hand over his, a subtle reminder to keep his cool."I understand," Enzo finally said, his voice even. "I won’t pretend my past doesn’t exist. But I didn’t build an empire by being reckless. I know
The city lights flickered against the glass of the restaurant window, casting a faint glow over Enzo’s contemplative expression. The warmth of the quiet dinner he was sharing with Sienna was overshadowed by the unease curling at the edges of his mind.Across the street, seated on a bench as if he had all the time in the world, was someone Enzo never expected to see again—Vittorio Moretti.His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, fixed directly on Enzo.Sienna, sensing the shift in Enzo’s mood, set down her wine glass. “What is it?”Enzo’s jaw tightened. “Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I used to know.”Sienna’s eyes flickered with concern as she followed his gaze. “From before?”He exhaled slowly, nodding. “Moretti. Worked for the Marchesis. Ruthless bastard. The last time I saw him, he was standing over a man he had just gutted like a fish.”Sienna’s stomach twisted. “You think he’s here for you?”Enzo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his glass to take a sip
Enzo sat across from Charles Whitmore, the local businessman who had seemed so eager to finalize their deal just days ago. But now, the man’s posture was stiff, his gaze wary. Enzo recognized that look—it was the same one he’d seen countless times before, in both allies and enemies.“I appreciate you coming in, Mr. Falcone,” Whitmore started, his voice too formal, too detached. “But after some further consideration, I’ve decided to withdraw from our agreement.”Enzo exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the polished wood of Whitmore’s desk. “Consideration,” he echoed. “Or did someone dig into my past?”Whitmore’s lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t deny it. “I won’t lie to you. Your name carries… a certain reputation. My investors don’t feel comfortable moving forward.”Enzo leaned back in his chair, a humorless smirk tugging at his lips. “And what exactly do they think I’m going to do? Shake them down? Launder money through your company?” He scoffed. “I left that life behi