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 new player, especially one like her.” Enzo's mouth clenched. "You're here to collect, then?" Mateo grinned more broadly. "You know how it is. She has everyone's attention. She is the final piece needed to complete many unresolved issues. I just wanted to stop by, greet you, and take her away from you.” Panic rising, Sienna's stomach flipped as she looked at Enzo. Despite his placid exterior, she could see the fury in his eyes. With his voice falling into a menacing tone, Enzo remarked, "I don't think you understand the situation. I've got her covered." Mateo shrugged, his eyes angry yet his posture relaxed. “Adorable as it is, protection is meaningless when everyone in the city is aiming at her. Enzo, you can't guard her at all times. You will eventually slip.” "Unlikely," Enzo said icily. "And you ought to know not to attempt something like this on my property." Mateo's expression hardened and his smile vanished. "Enzo, you're doing something wrong. The heat isn't worth the girl. Give her up, and this will be finished tonight.” Sienna's heartbeat accelerated. She began, "Enzo—" but he interrupted her with a quick look, his attention blazingly fixed on Mateo. "I said no," Enzo reiterated, moving slightly forward to keep Sienna out of Mateo's line of sight. "Get out while you can." Mateo's voice fell to a threatening growl as his hand jerked at his side. “Do you still believe you have the upper hand here? Enzo, you are no longer in charge. The city is evolving. The new players don't give a damn about the old rules.” A sneer formed on Enzo's lips. "I’m still here. That’s all they need to worry about.” Mateo suddenly reached for his jacket, but Enzo was quicker, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Mateo's chest. Enzo said, "Don't," in a dangerously composed tone. Mateo gently raised his hands in a false surrender, his eyes narrowing as he froze. "Easy, Enzo. I know you won't shoot me. Not here, not now.” "Want to put that theory to the test?" Enzo kept his gaze fixed on Mateo while his finger lingered over the trigger. Mateo smiled again, but this time it was icier. “Always the tough guy, huh? Alright! You wish to keep her? Be my guest. But know that she's mine the moment you make a mistake. And, there is nothing you can do to prevent it.” "I wouldn't bet on it," Enzo said coolly. Mateo laughed softly and took a step back, his hands still up. "All right, Enzo. This round is yours. However, you have just made both of you targets.” Anger flashed in Enzo's eyes. "Leave." After a brief moment of hesitation, as though he was thinking about taking a chance, Mateo turned and walked toward the door, his stance still irksomely nonchalant. He paused just before stepping outside, looking over his shoulder. Mateo said, "Enjoy your little haven while it lasts," with a cold smile. "Because it isn't going to last." With his gun still securely in his hand, Enzo let out a breath as soon as the door closed behind him. Sienna stood still, her heart thumping. "Enzo…" she muttered, her voice wavering. "Are you alright?" Enzo inquired, his fierce glare softening slightly as he turned to face her. Despite not knowing if she was persuading either of them, Sienna nodded. “Who was that? Why did he—” "He is one of the players in this city," Enzo interrupted her. "Small-time, but risky enough. He enjoys stirring things up, particularly when there is a benefit.” "And I'm the benefit?" As Sienna inquired, her stomach twisted with unease. Enzo grew gloomy. "You are, for the time being. I won't allow him to touch you, though.” With his words weighing heavily on her, Sienna swallowed hard. "I'm not understanding. Why do they all want to kill me? This isn't worth the trouble for my father.” Enzo holstered his gun, groaned, and ran a hand through his hair. "You don’t know the extent of your father's obligations. Sienna, you are not just leverage. You present an opportunity for them.” She felt her heart sink. “An opportunity? For what?” Enzo looked directly into her eyes, his intensity nearly unbearable. “For control. Of him. Of the partnerships he's established. The key is you, and everyone wants a piece.” It was all so overwhelming that Sienna's brain whirled. The stakes were much higher than she had ever imagined, and she felt like a pawn in a game she didn't comprehend. "What about you?" she said softly. "Why are you protecting me?" Enzo took a while to respond. When he did speak, it was in a low, almost conflicted voice, and his silence spoke loudly. "I told you. I don’t abandon people under my care.” Her heart thumping in her chest, she pressed, "That's not a real answer." Enzo's countenance was unreadable as his jaw tightened. “Perhaps not. But at the moment, it's the only one I have.” His phone chimed before she could continue. Enzo's face darkened instantly as he looked at the screen. "What is it?" Observing the change in his attitude, Sienna inquired. As he put the phone back in his pocket, his whole attitude changed to one of danger and coldness. "We must relocate. Right now.” Sienna felt her heart leap. "Relocate? Where? What happened?” For the first time since they first met, she noticed a glimmer of concern when Enzo's eyes met hers. “Mateo wasn't bluffing. People are coming after us right now.” Adrenaline flooded her veins, causing her pulse to speed. "What are you saying?" As he took her hand and guided her to the rear exit, Enzo's steady voice accelerated. "I just received a warning from an insider. Mateo has already informed them. They know our whereabouts.” The breath caught in Sienna's throat. "So, what do we do?" As they slipped into the shadowy alley behind the building, Enzo's grasp tightened around hers, dragging her along. Despite his low voice, he was determined. "We vanish. Once again.” An automobile screeched to a stop in front of them as they entered the alley. A number of armed men leaped out as the doors blasted open, their weapons drawn and pointed straight at Enzo and Sienna. A voice rang out from the darkness, "Well, well." "Enzo, it appears you didn't make it very far." When she saw Mateo emerge from the car, his grin was bigger and more sinister than before, Sienna's blood ran cold. "It looks like round two is about to start."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
Sienna barely had time to process the tension in the camp as Enzo ordered Marco to step up security. It was strange to suddenly be so central to his plans; even stranger to see the way the men around him started looking at her—some with wariness, others with suspicion.“Sienna,” Enzo’s voice broke into her thoughts. “You can’t wander around unprotected. From now on, you stay with me.”She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. “Am I a prisoner now?”“No,” he replied, not missing a beat. “But we’re not playing a game, either. Diego’s men have been circling, and if he knows what you know—”“Then I’m a liability,” she interrupted, her voice flat.Enzo tilted his head, meeting her gaze. “I’d call you a risk. But you could also be a weapon, in the right hands.”“Yours, you mean?”He didn’t answer, just gave her a look that held all the unspoken rules she was beginning to recognize. “You want to be a part of this, don’t you?”She met his eyes with a bold stare. “I just don’t want to be the p
Enzo stood at the head of the long, mahogany table in his private planning room, his dark eyes scanning the map laid out before him. His men—Luca, Nico, and Federico—sat around him, their postures tense.“This is where Mateo’s supply line is weakest.” Enzo pointed to a marked location. “Cutting it off will force him into the open.”Luca nodded in agreement. “Smart. He’ll have to redirect resources to protect it.”Nico leaned back against the wall. “What about his alliances? If Mateo’s smart, he’ll have Diego shoring him up.”“Diego’s involvement is a wildcard.” Enzo gritted his teeth. “But Mateo is desperate—he won’t want to share power. That’s our advantage.”The door swung open, and Sienna entered, her expression unreadable. All conversation stopped as the men turned toward her.“And what’s my part in this plan?” Sienna asked mildly.“You’re staying out of it.” Enzo responded without hesitation.Sienna crossed her arms. “Like hell I am. Mateo has made this personal. You need me.”En
Sienna’s heels echoed through the cavernous halls of her father’s estate. Her hands clenched into fists as she remembered her life in this house, waiting hand and foot on her stepmother and half siblings, enduring verbal and emotional abuse, her breath came hard and fast. Inside, her father sat behind his ornate desk, the glow of a single lamp casting sharp shadows across his face.“What game are you playing, Dad?” Sienna burst in, her voice sharp. Alessandro glanced up calmly, swirling his whiskey. “Sienna. Always so dramatic. Can’t a father enjoy a quiet evening without your drama?”“Don’t play coy with me.” Sienna advanced, her tone biting. “I know you’ve been meeting with Mateo Salazar. Were you involved in the attack against Enzo yesterday?”Alessandro leaned back in his chair, feigning surprise. “Mateo? Is that what this is about? You’ve spent too much time with Falcone, my dear. His paranoia seems to be rubbing off on you.”Sienna slammed her palms on the desk. “Don’t deflect
Enzo pushed Sienna to the floor behind the couch. “Stay down and don’t move!”“Enzo, what’s happening?” Sienna heart raced, and her voice trembled.“Stay quiet!” Enzo hushed as he pulled a gun from his holster, crouching low. The sound of footsteps outside the shattered window grew louder. Enzo crept toward the edge of the room, his movements calculated, his expression lethal.“Enzo, don’t—” Sienna whispered.“Trust me.” Enzo cut her off with a sharp whisper.The footsteps paused just outside, the faint shuffle of boots on broken glass betraying the intruder’s hesitation.A figure moved in front of the door, silhouetted by the moonlight. Enzo fired a single, precise shot, and the intruder dropped without a sound.“Cowards don’t knock. You should’ve stayed in the shadows.” Enzo’s voice was low and deliberate.A muffled voice barked orders from outside, followed by the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked.“Enzo, they’re surrounding us.” Sienna whispered, trembling. Enzo glanced o
The room buzzed with low conversations, the heavy scent of cigar smoke clinging to the air. Sienna leaned over the table, her delicate fingers tracing a map of Enzo’s supply routes. Across from her, Enzo watched with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.“This route here—Salerno.” Sienna pointed to a marked location. “It’s too predictable. If I were Mateo or Diego, I’d hit it at night. Less security, maximum impact.”“And how would you know that?” Enzo asked, narrowing his eyes.Sienna shrugged. “It’s common sense. Your enemies are opportunists. They’ll strike when you’re weakest.”“Not bad for a girl who once thought I was the devil.” Enzo smirked.Sienna smiled. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. You’re still the devil. I’m just trying to keep you alive.”Enzo leaned back, his tone teasing. “You have a funny way of showing affection, Sienna.”Sienna glanced at him. “Is that what you think this is? Affection?”“I don’t know what this is.” Enzo said, serious now. “But I know I trust you mo
The dimly lit restaurant hummed with quiet conversation. In the corner, beneath the flickering glow of an ancient chandelier, Luca sat across from Mateo, his expression unreadable. The tension between the two men was palpable, an electric charge that drew the attention of every bodyguard stationed nearby.“Never thought I’d see the day one of Enzo’s men would come crawling to me.” Mateo smirked, leaning back in his chair.“Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not crawling to anyone.” Luca retorted, calmly sipping his drink.“Oh, is that so?” Mateo chuckled. “Then why are you here? Risking your life to meet me, no less?”Luca leaned forward, his tone sharp. “Because I’m tired. Tired of playing second fiddle to Enzo, tired of watching him throw everything away over a woman who doesn’t belong in our world.”Mateo raised an eyebrow. “Sienna.”Luca nodded. “She’s his weakness. And he’s blind to it. Marco saw it too, but he didn’t act fast enough. I won’t make the same mistake.”“Interesting.
The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first.“A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”Alessandro raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. “And what would that be, Mateo? Enlighten me.”“Power. Influence. Respect.” Mateo smirked. “All the things you’ve let slip through your fingers since your daughter became… entangled with Falcone.”Alessandro set his glass down, his expression darkened. “My daughter is none of your concern.”Mateo chuckled.“On the contrary, she’s the reason we are all playing catchup with Enzo Falcone.”Alessandro picked
The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm that matched the tension in the room. Enzo stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass, staring at the city lights with his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Sienna hovered, uncertain but unable to stay silent any longer.“You’ve been standing there for an hour.” Sienna said softly.“You shouldn’t be here, Sienna.” Enzo replied without turning, his voice husky. Sienna stepped closer. “I didn’t ask for permission.”“That’s the problem.” Enzo turned slightly, his jaw tight.“I’m not leaving, Enzo.” Sienna crossed her arms, her voice steady. “Not until you tell me what’s eating at you.”Enzo finally looked at her, his eyes dark. “Do you have any idea what it does to me? Knowing you’re in the middle of this war?”Sienna met his gaze. “I’m here now because I choose to be. You don’t get to decide for me.”Enzo took a step closer, his tone sharp. “This isn’t a choice, Sienna. It’s a death sentence. Every second you’r
The crack of shattered glass echoed through the room as Luca slammed a whiskey tumbler onto the bar, his jaw tight with anger.“He’s tearing us apart, Enzo.” Luca growled. “Another shipment gone. Diego knows every damn move we make. How much longer are we going to let this happen?”Enzo leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but dangerous. “We don’t let anything happen, Luca. We retaliate when the time is right.”“With all due respect, waiting hasn’t worked.” Nico paced near the fireplace, his tone clipped. “Torres has Marco’s intel—he knows our routes, our schedules, everything. We’re bleeding out.”“Not everything.” Sienna said quietly, from her seat in the corner,Luca spun to face her, his voice sharp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“I said he doesn’t know everything.” Sienna met his gaze steadily. “Marco wasn’t omniscient. If Torres knew everything, you’d all be dead by now.”“That’s comforting.” Nico scoffed. “Glad to know we’re only partially screwed.”Enzo cut through the t
“Marco kept secrets even from you,” Sienna murmured, her fingers brushing over the edge of the faded envelope. “Imagine that.”Enzo’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say?“This.” Sienna shot back. Holding up a large envelope. “I found it in Marco’s stash. Hidden in the lining of his briefcase.”Enzo took the envelope, inspecting it. “And you didn’t think to bring this to me first?”“I just did, didn’t I?” Sienna said, crossing her arms. “Or do you think I should’ve handed it to Luca so he could light it on fire?”Enzo opened the envelope and scanned the contents, his jaw tightening. “Careful, Sienna. Loyalty isn’t optional around here.”“Neither is curiosity, apparently.” Sienna countered sarcastically. “Read it. You’ll see why I didn’t keep this to myself.”Enzo read aloud. “‘Shipment schedule: Salazar. Negotiation points: Torres.’ What the hell is this?”“It’s a ledger, Enzo.” Sienna mocked. “Dates, locations, names. Marco wasn’t just playing both sides—he was working with Di