“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
LAUREN I had no idea if it was just me or if I was imagining the tension in the room. A few minutes ago, I had almost reached climax and now, I was sitting down in a room full of dangerous mafia people. Th shift was terrifying. Standing behind Enzo, I tried to keep my face neutral and professional as I stared at the wall in front of me. I didn't dare to look at anyone in the eye yet I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Enzo sat in the leather chair at the head of the long, wooden table, his presence commanding absolute attention. His fingers tapped lazily against the armrest as he faced the empty chair in front of him. “Enzo, what is she doing here?” Barbara asked, her voice filled with obvious disgust. “ You know the rules. Non-members are not allowed.” “The rules are made by me, Barbara. Lauren stays.” Enzo said, his voice brooking no argument. The door opened and Enzo's mother walked in helping Enzo grandfather, Don Alonzo. According to Enzo, his grandfather didn't interfere w
A loud laugh suddenly echoed in the room. Don Alonzo laughed out loud leaning back in his chair. For some reason, I felt even more scared. Meanwhile, Enzo remained calm refusing to let Don Alonzo's tactics get to him. Don Alonzo leaned back in his chair. “Very well,” he said, tapping his cane against the floor. “If she is that important to you, I won’t insist.” “ I'll send someone to Paris to meet with th private collector. No matter how much, we must get out hands on it.” Enzo said making Don Alonzo nod his head. “ In that case, I'll leave this matter to you. I trust that you won't disappoint me.” Don Alonzo said chuckling as he stood up. Enzo remained composed, his face devoid of emotion, but I could sense the tension in his shoulders. It was obvious that his hunt for the paintings, the vault was much more than just ordinary business. It was a silent wager between Enzo and his grandfather. Enzo’s mother, elegant and poised, stepped closer to her son. “Be careful,” she murmured
I hesitated for only a second before sliding into the back seat. The moment the door shut, a lock clicked into place. My pulse spiked making me tense. Suddenly, my phone buzzed making me stare at it. It was Enzo.Enzo: Antoine will bring you to the mansion.Enzo's text put me at ease. Letting out a sigh, my hands loosened around my phone. If Enzo was the one that sent Antoine, I was safe. A few minutes later, I arrived at the mansion Enzo had prepared. My eyes widened as the car came to a stop in front of the fountain. It was beautiful.“This way, Miss Lauren,” Antoine said, his voice polite but firm as he opened the door for me.I stepped inside and followed Antoine through the massive entrance. The mansion was exactly what I expected. Grand, elegant, and dripping with wealth. The walls were lined with paintings that looked like they belonged in a museum, and the marble floors gleamed under the warm glow of a chandelier. It was the kind of place that made you feel small. I barely had
Barbara was a Riccardi. I didn't know if I should have been shocked or surprised at my unexpected discovery, but somehow, it all made sense. From the looks of things, she was a double informant. Barbara was in love with Enzo and with the promise of his grandfather and his mother, Barbara had switched sides. Me: Barbara has the painting. Sending the message quickly, I slid my second phone into my pocket hiding it before Enzo could spot it. Now, I was working with the police. It was the best, safest option for me. If the police were able to arrest Enzo and the Ricciardi's, I would be safe. I just needed to find enough evidence of their crimes. That vault was the best evidence. “I don't care if you have to turn the entire country upside down, find Barbara immediately!” Enzo shouted making me jerk afraid. Enzo's body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides as he barked out orders to his men. His usual calm, arrogant demeanor was gone. I inahaled slowly, steadying myself. The last
ENZOThe corners of Barbara’s mouth lifted up in a smirk slowly before she busted out laughing. The sound echoed in the room as she laughed out loud mockingly. She really thought I couldn’t kill her because of her deal with my grandfather. She was nothing more than a pawn in both of our eyes. I watched her laugh, the sound grating against my patience. “ You want to kill me? Why? Is it because of her?” Barbara asked suddenly pulling out a gun. Watching her point it at Lauren, I took a step forward watching as Lauren's breath hitched. I didn't want to show it. Barbara was just like my grandfather. All they did was to exploit your weakness to get what they want. “ If you are going to pull a gun, make sure you use it.” I said as I walked to the bed pretending to be fixated on the sex toys I had gotten. “Do you think I cannot shoot her?” Barbara asked clocking her gun. Lauren's body tensed as she heard Barbara's words . I could see it from the look in her eyes. Her hands remained at
LAUREN“Ouch. Ouch!” I said unable to sit still as Jake treated my injuries. My entire body was drowning in pain from my broken arm to my ribs. I was shocked I was still alive and Enzo, it had been hours and I couldn't get him. “ This is a sign, Lauren. Right now Enzo doesn't have a single clue about where you are. Even if he does know you escaped, he won't find you easily. How about you leave while you still can? It's the best thing for everyone.” Jake said trying to convince me. He was right. I could give up on the paintings and finally leave. I would try to hide from Enzo and Don Alonzo. However would I truly be safe? I swallowed the lump in my throat, wincing as Jake tightened the bandage around my ribs. Every breath felt like a blade slicing through me. I should be grateful I was alive. Barely, but alive.I opened my mouth but didn't say anything. Enzo wasn't the only one deep in this but I was too. I wanted to be able to know the truth about my father. Jake exhaled sharply,
The city blurred past me as I gripped the wheel, pushing the car faster. My pulse was a steady drum in my ears, my breathing controlled, but the fire burning inside me was anything but calm.Lauren wasn’t answering her phone.I dialed again, pressing it to my ear. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail.I clenched my jaw, shoving the phone onto the seat beside me. The moment Eleonora said Lauren had been taken, something inside me snapped. I should have seen this coming. I should have known my mother wouldn’t stop at threats.My fingers tightened on the wheel as I took a sharp turn, tires screeching against the asphalt. One of my contacts had given me a lead. An abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. If Angelo took her there, he wouldn’t keep her long. He was a cleaner. A ghost. He moved fast, left nothing behind. If I didn’t get there in time…I shut down that thought.Not an option.“ Enzo, calm down please.” Eleonora said but I ignored her stepping on the gas. By the time we reached
A burning slap hit me hard across my face. I could hear my mother's harsh breathing as she stared at me as well as the gasps in the room. I wasn't surprised she had hit me because of Rafael. I darted my gaze to her strong and bold. I didn't want her to see any signs of weakness or something she could use. I let the sting settle, my jaw tightening as I stared at my mother. Rafael looked stunned, his lips slightly parted as if he hadn’t expected her to react so violently.Eleonora let out a low, mocking laugh from where she stood, swaying slightly. “Well, that was dramatic.”My mother’s fingers twitched at her sides, but she ignored Eleonora, keeping her cold gaze on me. “You will not threaten this family, Enzo.”I scoffed. “This family? You mean Rafael?”Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t deny it. She never did.Rafael stepped forward as if to say something, but I cut him off with a sharp glare. I wasn’t in the mood for his false humility. I was done playing their games
ENZOBarbara sat down in front of me gently cutting through her food as if it was enough to seduce me. Meanwhile, my mother was silent doing the same. Sometimes I wondered if she even considered me as her child. How could she be so comfortable making my life a living hell? “ You better eat something rather than staring at your watch. Glancing at it isn't going to help you disappear.” My mother said without raising her eyes from her food. She could barely look me in the eyes. She never did. Sitting in my wheelchair, I found the entire setup boring. The only reason I had agreed ignoring Lauren's countless devices to keep me at home was because my own mother had threatened me. “I’ll eat when I feel like it,” I replied, my tone flat.Barbara smiled, cutting into her steak with an ease that irritated me. “You should listen to your mother, Enzo. It’s rude to ignore a home-cooked meal.”I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to snap at her. The only reason I was here was to keep my mother
“Ms. Hills.” Don Alonzo said as I walked up to him being led by the butler. He was sitting outside near the fountain, dressed in a grey cardigan that went well with the pale marble surrounding him. The sound of water trickling from the fountain and it's beautiful view did nothing to ease the tension building in my chest.“Please, sit.” Don Alonzo gestured to the chair across from him.Nodding my head, I did as I was told hesitating a bit before I sat down. My entire body was tense. Setting my bag beside me, I couldn't help but feel it was heavier than usual with the gun Enzo had given me. I really hoped it would not have to come to that. I really did. “ Ms. Hills, are you okay? You seem tense.” Don Alonzo said clicking his hand. A maid appeared holding a tray with a bottle of whiskey and some cups. As she set it down, I could hear my heart pounding. Enzo was just outside the gates. He could surely come if anything were to happen. “ Here. Have a drink.” Don Alonzo offered as they f
“He said that? Enzo Santoro said that to you?” Jake asked before bursting out laughing. I nodded my head before reaching for my cup of coffee. I still had no idea where those paintings were and it was killing me. Enzo had not said anything either to me about what he found on the docks. He said he was in love with me but who knows if it was just a lie? “ What's wrong?” Jake asked noticing how quiet I had gotten. I sighed, staring into my coffee as if it held the answers I needed. “I just don’t know what to believe anymore,” I admitted. “He hasn’t said a word about what he found at the docks, and I still have no idea where those paintings are.”Jake’s amusement faded. “You think he’s lying?”I shrugged my shoulders leaning back. I had no idea what to believe anymore. My phone buzzed, and I reached for it, thinking it was Enzo. My eyes widened as I saw Don Alonzo's name at the bottom of the text. “ It's Don Alonzo. He says he wants to see me.” I said showing the message to Jake. “ D
LAUREN“Just a cat,” Enzo said sounding frustrated as he closed the door. Seeing him act so infuriated, I chuckled lightly covering my mouth the moment he turned to look at me. Reaching for one of the plates, I pretended to be serving some food. “Let's eat,” I said avoiding his gaze as he walked back to the table. ““If that cat wasn’t so cute, I would’ve shot it,” Enzo muttered, loosening his tie as he sat down.I rolled my eyes, placing a plate in front of him. “You really have a one-track mind, don’t you? Always ready to kill something.”He smirked, picking up his fork. “It’s a habit.”I sat across from him, twirling my pasta as the silence stretched between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. The weight of what had just happened. His kiss, the way I hadn’t pulled away, everything still lingered in the air. I wasn’t sure what it meant. Or if it meant anything at all.“You’re staring,” Enzo murmured, not looking up from his plate.I blinked, quickly ave
I arrived at the venue Dante had chosen. I wasn't afraid to walk into the lion's den alone or even the valley of death. Entering inside the private lounge, I glanced around spotting other people around. Nothing seemed out of place but I couldn't be sure. Dante was a slithering snake and his family were a bunch of psychopaths. Good thing, I was the king of psychopaths. I spotted Dante sitting at the corner. The place was dark just how he liked it. Dante liked to mess with people's minds. Just as I was about to go and meet him, I got stopped by one of his bodyguards. “ Is this how you treat the King of the Italian Mafia, Dante? Where is your respect?” I asked staring at him. Dante opened his eyes staring at him. Getting up, he walked up to me without a word and brought out a gun. I didn't flinch or show any sign of reaction at all. Suddenly, he aimed it at the bodyguard stopping me and shot. My eyes darted down watching as th bodyguard fell to the ground. “ Sorry for thinconvenienc
ENZO“I….I..” Lauren started as she stared at her hand. She was in utmost shock that she had dared to slap me. She was afraid. Walking towards her, I clenched my hand backing her until she fell on the couch. “ Did you just dare to slap me? Have I pampered you too much?” I asked. Lauren swallowed pressing her hand deep into the couch. Her silence irritated me. Leaning down over her, I used one hand to grip the couch while I fisted a bunch of her hair making her yell in pain. Her eyes held my gaze. I wanted to break that fiery gaze in her eyes. Seems like the soft approach was definitely not going to work anymore. “ Answer me!” Her breath hitched as I yanked her hair tighter, forcing her head back until her neck arched. A sharp gasp left her lips, her fingers digging into the couch.“ Next time you do this again, you won't like the outcome. Do you understand?” I asked staring into her eyes as if I was searching for something. Watching her nod, I let go of her hair turning my back