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 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 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
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 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
As she raced, the cold night air stinging at her skin and her breath coming in loud, frightened gasps, she could hear her father's remarks, which were as deadly as the booze on his breath. "You're worthless, just like your mother." She gritted her teeth and ducked into the tight alley, the sound of footsteps behind her driving her onward. "Please, let me find somewhere to hide," she muttered. As she slid around the bend and collided with a wall of muscle, her heart pounded. Before she could collapse, iron-clad hands clamped down on her arms. She gasped and gazed up into the icy, calculating eyes of a stranger. "You shouldn't be here." His voice was low and powerful and lethal. Sienna's breath froze, and she snatched her arm back, panicking. "Let me go!" The man did not move. His black eyes gazed at her with an unbreakable demeanor. "Whom are you running from?" "It's none of your business!" She struggled against his grip, but it was ineffective. He was solid and unmoving, and h
As the SUVs' doors crashed and the men moved forward brandishing their weapons, the alley became more tense. Sienna's breath caught as her heart thumped in her chest. Enzo remained motionless, his hand still in his jacket, his fingers grazing his gun's handle. Like a king, he stood tall and calm, guarding his realm. From the crowd, a guy moved forward, his heavy footfall echoing off the walls of the alleyway. When Sienna saw the shadow, her blood froze. Her dad. He shouted, "Sienna," in a fake, worried-sounding tone. "Come here now."Sienna stopped. Her feet would not move, even though every instinct told her to run. Her father looked at Enzo and squinted his eyes in disdain. "Falcone," he hissed. "You have no business dealing with this." Enzo's lips curled into a sardonic grin. "De Luca, everything in this city is my business." Sienna's father, Alessandro De Luca, appeared to be a strong man in his own right. Despite his seeming strength, he was a corrupt politician who was invo
A dense, oppressive silence fell between them as Enzo's words took hold. Fear and anxiety were rushing through Sienna's mind as she stared at him. "Someone worse than you?" She said, her voice barely audible. Enzo stared at her, his black eyes unreadable. "Piccola, worse in all the areas that are important to you. You think I’m dangerous? You don’t know the half of it.” She shivered and folded her arms about her body. "Now what?" With a calculated and icy expression, Enzo put his phone back in his pocket. "Now, you come with me." Sienna pushed her shoulders into the harsh brick wall and took a step back. “Come with you? Where?”"Somewhere you'll be safe." Her pulse quickened. Safe? Was she really safe with him? He had approached her father as though nothing had happened, brushing off his threats as if they were empty words. Enzo wasn't a hero. He was a ruthless mafia boss who frequently dealt with violence and intimidation. Now she was caught in his web. She shook her head. "Why
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