All Chapters of Beneath the Shadows: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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 kept her eyes on the man in front of her, forcing herself to remain calm as he stepped closer, his leering smile giving her a sick feeling. She knew Enzo and his men were nearby, but she was on her own until they made their move. Her heart raced, but she squared her shoulders, letting her intelligence and instinct guide her.“You don’t look scared.” The man’s grin twisted. “Most people wouldn’t wander out here alone.”“Maybe I’m not most people.” She replied, managing a smirk.“Oh, Diego’s gonna like you.” His voice was thick with amusement, but his eyes remained calculating.“And here I thought I was here for a quiet walk,” she replied, deflecting with a steady gaze. She knew if she didn’t play this just right, he’d sense the setup.He let out a short, dark laugh. “You’re a lot smarter than you look, aren’t you?”She took a half-step back, giving a perfect impression of a girl who knew she was in over her head but was too proud to run. “And you’re a lot dumber than you look i

Enzo sat across from Sienna in the dimly lit study, his gaze focused yet distant, as though he were trying to read her mind. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, until Sienna could take it no longer.“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, folding her arms.He leaned back, crossing his legs, but his eyes never left her. “Just wondering… how much of you I can really trust.”Her eyebrows shot up. “After everything? I thought I’d proven myself by now.”“It’s not that simple.” His voice was calm, almost maddeningly so. “I trust you, but I also know people can wear masks, even if they don’t mean to.”“Is that what you think I’m doing? Wearing a mask?” Her voice was low, almost challenging.Enzo shrugged. “You come from a world of lies and manipulation. Your father, your stepmother… it’s the air you’ve breathed since birth. It’d be hard for anyone to leave that behind entirely.”Sienna’s jaw clenched. “I never chose that world, Enzo. I’ve spent my entire life tryin

The warehouse was dim, shadows stretching across the high walls as the low hum of voices filled the air. Enzo walked just a few paces ahead of Sienna, his hand hovering protectively at her back as they wove through his men, heading for the makeshift meeting area.Sienna was acutely aware of his closeness, his scent, his touch—every nerve in her body on high alert. And every time he looked back at her, a thrill shot through her, like she was standing on the edge of something exhilaratingly dangerous.“Stick close,” he murmured as they reached a quieter hallway. “Diego’s men have been spotted nearby. They’re bold tonight.”“I can handle myself,” she whispered, giving him a pointed look.He smirked, though his eyes remained serious. “I know. But I’d rather you didn’t have to.”They reached a door, and he opened it, revealing a small, dimly lit room with a table scattered with blueprints and maps. Marco was already inside, nodding at them as they entered.“Boss,” Marco greeted, casting a