“We are here.” Pulling in towards the club, I could see the shining lights from the headlights. A crowd of people were standing in front waiting to be allowed into the club but that wasn't my problem. Glancing at Lauren, I couldn't tell what exactly she was thinking. She had been absent-minded throughout the entire ride and hadn't said much. Had I scared her too much? She needed to know about the codes in the mafia. My people were far more ruthless than I was. Betrayal and disloyalty were a normal occurrence in the mafia world. If she wanted to remain safe, she had to be smart. I killed the engine and turned to face her. The neon lights from the club reflected off her pale skin, making her look even more fragile than she already did. But I knew better. Lauren wasn’t weak. She had survived betrayal, deception, and the man who swore to love and protect her at the altar. “ What are you doing? Get down and help me, caretaker. Have you forgotten your job?” I asked staring at her. A fe
LAURENA total psychopath. That was the only word to describe Enzo. My ears still echoed from the sound of the gunshot. I screamed and fell to the ground as I stared at the man's lifeless body but it didn't faze Enzo. I couldn’t move. My hands trembled violently as I looked down at my shirt. Blood. His blood. It stained the white fabric in dark red splatters, warm and wet against my skin.“Get up, Lauren.” Enzo said, his voice full of command as if he had not just shot someone in front of me. Staring around the room, I could see everyone was okay with it. Gasping in shock, I looked down at my body once more realizing it was not a dream. “ Oh my god….” I said breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You killed him.”Enzo turned to me fully this time, his expression unreadable. “And now you understand. In my world, hesitation gets you killed. That trust is a weakness. And that I—” his voice dropped lower, almost lethal, “—don’t share what’s mine.”A chill ran down my spine.T
I didn’t hesitate. My foot slammed on the gas as I held Enzo's gaze and the engine roared to life. Clenching my hand around the wheel, I slammed my foot down on the gas and the car lunged forward. But just before I hit him, I jerked the wheel hard to the side. And Enzo? He hadn’t moved. Slowly, I turned my head, my heartbeat roaring in my ears while Enzo stood completely unfazed. A hint of a smirk played at his lips like he knew this would happen. Like he knew I couldn't hit him. Damn him. He was right. Shoving the door open, I stepped out and slammed it behind me. “You’re insane,” I spat, my voice shaking as I walked towards him. Enzo’s eyes darkened, amusement flickering in their depths. “You’re the one who almost ran me down, gurriera.” “ You're the one that pushed me into the arms of that man!” I shouted jabbing at his chest. Enzo caught my wrist in one swift move, his grip firm but not painful. His touch sent an unwanted shiver down my spine. For a moment none of us s
“Fuck!” I said groaning as she took me deep into her mouth. Letting out a low, long groan, I tip my head back. My eyes close as she moves up and down, her head bobbing, then licking my length and tracing her tongue around the head. Clenching my hand on the armrest, I can't help but lose myself in the pleasure of Lauren's tongue. I had gotten so many bl**jobs in the past. Being a Mafia King, many people wanted go impress me so they always sent girls. I didn't mind. Taking the pressure off helped. But none of them did it like Lauren..“God, you drive me insane.” I said grabbing a handful of hair as Lauren started to move fast wrapping her hand around my length as she sucks harder. Groaning in pleasure, I try hard to not lose it but it's impossible. Lauren's mouth feels so good and I can hardly think straight. Jerking my hips forward, my hand tightens in Lauren's head as I fill her mouth with my c*m. Lauren gulps and swallows, carrying on, licking me and sucking before her mouth pops
LAUREN Selfish b**tard! My hands clenched as I thought about what Enzo did. How could he just leave me and stand up immediately like I was some sort of sl*t? I wasn't sorry though. Everything about him had driven me crazy and I was more than happy to get him out of my system because it wasn't going to happen again. “Lauren?” A voice called bringing me out of my thoughts. My eyes darted to Sam as she walked in with the phone in her hands. The last thing I had been at the antique shop, Taylor had come bearing news of her pregnancy. Now, all I wanted was some peace and good news. “ The delivery company just called. They said your father's paintings will soon be sent over. Did your dad leave his paintings to you?” Samantha asked. My eyes widened as I heard what she said. My father had left his paintings to me. Most of my father's paintings had disappeared after he died. My grandparents immediately took me and Taylor and we went off to Virginia where we completed our high school. “
“Are you okay?” Enzo asked as he walked over to the back where me and Sam were hiding. My eyes darted to Sam, and I could see her eyes full of admiration as she looked at Enzo. I couldn't blame her. Who wouldn't fall for Enzo? Matteo ran out of the store like a coward with his men, and now, there was nothing except the silence of the store and the broken pieces of the clock I used to hit Matteo. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my racing heart. "I'm fine," I finally managed, though my voice was shaky.Enzo’s sharp eyes scanned my face, his fingers reaching out to tilt my chin slightly as he scanned my face for injuries. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal way he had handled Matteo moments ago.Sam, still standing beside me, let out a nervous laugh. “Well, that was... intense,” she said, though the way she stared at Enzo made it clear she was more impressed than scared.I rolled my eyes. “You should probably go home, Sam. I’ll close up here.”Sam
Gasps filled the party as everyone watched Enzo's wheelchair tip over making him fall into the pool. A huge fan splash rippled over as he fell. All the guests gathered at the edge of the pool as they watched Enzo struggling. “Someone help him!” Enzo's mother screamed, her face full of worry. Enzo's arms flailed, fingers grasping at nothing, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. He coughed, choking on water as he struggled to stay afloat.My heart slammed against my ribs. Enzo couldn’t swim? Or was he pretending because of everyone present? Panic surged through me. Without thinking, I rushed forward taking my heels off as I prepared to enter the pool. Just then, a figure dashed past me diving into the pool. I turned to see a young girl swimming hard to reach Enzo. The moment she reached him, she wrapped her hands around him slowly bringing him back to the edge of the pool. “Thank God,” I sighed in relief as I watched them pull Enzo to the dry groundMy eyes landed on Eleon
ENZO One party. That was all it took. The moment I stepped in with Lauren, I knew what I was getting myself into. So did Lauren. My family was deadlier than a den of lions. Everyone was pretending to be all good and smiley with each other, but someone wanted me dead, and I needed to find out who. “ Do you think I pushed you into the pool on purpose?” Lauren asked, her voice defensive. She was adorable when she got like this, all fiery and determined. I couldn't resist teasing her. There was no way she had done it intentionally. Lauren didn’t have one malicious bone in her body. "I don’t know," I drawled, watching her reaction. "Maybe you’re trying to get rid of me so you can run back to your detective crush," I said resisting the urge to gag as I said them. I hated the fact that I was right. Jake had been Lauren's crush. Judging by their relationship now, I could tell that he had feelings for her, too. Since Lauren's jerk husband was no longer around, I was the only one standi
“Are you sure?” Enzo asked letting go of my hand as he walked up to Taylor. “Yes, Mr. Santoro.” Taylor replied smiling.Taylor nodded her head happily taking Enzo's hand as they walked out. My heart stopped. The location of the vault? I didn't know if Taylor had really figured it out or not. The door to the office shut behind them leaving me all alone. Enzo was not only obsessed about me, he was also obsessed about the paintings. I stood there, staring at the closed door like it might open again. But it didn’t. And neither of them came back. Heading out of the office, I walked out of the elevator heading to grab a car. Stopping one, I slid into it. The driver gave me a curious glance through the mirror, but I didn’t say a word. My fingers were tight around my phone, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him. What would I even say? That watching him walk out with her made my chest feel like it was caving in? That I wasn’t sure if I was more afraid of what Taylor found… or how easily
The tension in the room was suffocating. Sitting down beside Enzo, I stared at Enzo's mother looking at Enzo without a single word. None of them did. It was as if there was so much they were saying telepathically that seemed dangerous, cold. I squeezed Enzo's hand gently trying to urge him to say something but Enzo was like a block of ice. He didn't break his gaze from his mother. “ Boss,” Leonardo said calling him out. Enzo turned to Leonardo before realizing that he had been staring for a long time without saying anything. Enzo's jaw clenched. “ What are you doing here? I saved your life, told you never to return. Did you think it was just an empty threat?” Enzo asked, his voice betraying his bitterness. I knew things were not good between both of them but I never really knew the full story. At the party before, she had looked as if she really cared about Enzo when she thought he was a cripple. “ It's about Rafael.” She said making my heart skip a beat. Rafael? If it was Rafae
LAUREN “Excuse me. Hello?” a man asked beside me, catching my attention. I had just arrived at the company with Enzo and was still trying to process how massive the building was. Glass windows stretched up into the sky, reflecting the clouds like a mirror. Everything looked expensive and polished. The man stepped closer, offering a polite smile. He was dressed in a sharp gray suit, hair slicked back like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. “ I said who are you? This place isn't for begging. It's a company. If you want to beg for food or clothes, you can stay outside over there.” I scoffed stunned by the man's words. He didn't know me yet he was so arrogant. I turned around trying to search for Enzo but he was still at the car. Turning back to the man in front of me, I looked at his worker's ID. Manager “I… I came with someone,” I managed to say, my voice catching slightly in my throat. The man’s eyes scanned me again, slower this time, taking in my simple outfit like it
ENZO How was I supposed to tell her? Sylas's death had been an accident. As much as I wanted the stupid cheating b**tard dead, he was the least of my problems and I didn't care if he was dead or alive. Until I witnessed him trying to kill Taylor, Lauren's sister. I saved her. Seeing Lauren sitting down across me crying, I cursed at myself for letting her cry. Why did I let my jealousy get the best of me? “ Sylas's death is not your fault. It was an accident. He was trying to harm Taylor and I happened to walk into that. I hit him and tried to save him but b***ard fell over the balcony.” I confessed staring at her. She didn’t look up.Her shoulders shook, soft whimpers slipping from her lips. I hated this. Seeing her like this, breaking down because of something I should’ve told her the moment it happened.“I thought you were keeping it from me because it was something worse,” she whispered, finally lifting her gaze. Her eyes were glassy, rimmed red. “I thought maybe… you killed hi
“ Come with me.” Enzo said as he threw me on the bed making me gasp. He was furious, barely holding back himself and I could see it. Watching him run his hand through his hair, I moved back until my back hit the headboard. My chest tightened as he stood there, pacing like a storm trapped in a cage. His jaw clenched, and his eyes burned into me, sharp and wild, like he was fighting every dark thought rushing through his head. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until he finally stopped, turning to face me. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he didn’t trust his own hands near me. “ What are you hiding from me now, Lauren. Don't say you are not because I know you're are.” Enzo said staring at me. My hands clenched at my sides. “ I'm not hiding anything.” I said stubbornly. “ You promised that you won't lie to me again.” His voice was low, but the weight of it crushed the air between us. I swallowed, my throat dry and tight, feeling his stare dig deeper, peeling a
LAURENIt had been two days since Enzo and I finally got back together. For the first time, I was able to meet his son, the one that Barbara had prematurely. Enzo claimed that Barbara was locked up getting the help she deserved. I really hoped she wouldn't show up at all. “ What are you thinking about?” Enzo asked as he wrapped his hand around me as I stood in the kitchen. I leaned my head back against his chest, letting his warmth surround me. Since I had decided to be with Enzo now, I needed to trust him instead of worrying. “Nothing important,” I whispered, though the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.Enzo’s hand slid slowly along my arm, his touch light, almost lazy and my body responded to him immediately. I tried hard not to give in. Not to close my eye and give into his torture. “You’ve been quiet all day,” Enzo murmured against my hair. “You and I both know that you are thinking of something. I lifted my eyes, meeting his. Of course, I couldn't lie to him. “Just thinking
“I don't think you and I have anything to discuss so late in the night, Rodion.” I said staring at him as he sat down in the living room. Rodion’s eyes darted to the bag that Lauren was carrying. It was obvious that he had found out about the bag and come for it. It was just drugs, wasn't it? Why was Rodion so tense?His expression was tight, jaw locked, eyes flicking between me and the bag like he was calculating something far beyond what sat in Lauren’s hands.“That bag,” Rodion finally said, voice low and steady, “ Don't tell me that you were planning on running away with goods I paid for?”I instinctively placed my hand over Lauren's. I could see how scared she was. She had never met Rodion before and Dante had not given her even a picture. Things would have gone bad if she had ran away with the bag. Rodion wasn't the type of person to forgive and Dante would never take responsibility. F**king bastard. “ The bag is right here. You can have it. Whatever deals you have with Dant
ENZO“ Lauren, what's in the bag?” I asked barely able to restrain my voice as Lauren and Rafael sat down in my car. I had just arrived at the club when I saw gunned men attacking the place. Dante's car was also outside which made me suspicious. The moment I saw Rafael rushing out with Lauren, I quickly drove up to them and made sure that they were safe first. Parked on the side of an empty road, I stared at Lauren watching as she grabbed the straps of the bag. I already knew what it was. Drugs. “You already a druggie now? You're Dante's drug mule?” I asked trying my best to control my temper. Lauren’s fingers tightened around the straps, her knuckles turning white. She lowered her head, avoiding my eyes, and the silence that followed only made the fire in my chest burn hotter.“Answer me,” I said, my voice dropping lower as my gaze became sharper. Shhook her head, barely a movement, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t in the mood for games. I reached over, snatching the bag from her
LAUREN“Its time to earn your keep, bella.” Dante said as he led me into his private lounge. Even after staying by his side for so long, Dante didn't trust me. He didn't trust anyone, not even himself. The lounge was dark as we walked in. I heard he liked to keep it that way so that important faces wouldn't be leaked. Following him closely behind, I pulled down the short red dress that he had forced me to wear before sitting down by his side. “What do you mean earn my keep? I've done everything you asked me to.” I answered trying to keep my eye on what was going past on around. A man walked in with a bag catching my attention. Dropping the bag on the table, the man nodded before disappearing. Dante leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as the dim light above flickered, casting sharp shadows across his face. He pulled the bag closer, unzipped it, and turned it slightly so I could see inside.Stacks of d**gs neatly arranged in the bag. It was wrapped in plastic and clear as