All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I couldn’t move.I couldn’t think.I had spent years mourning a ghost, chasing a memory, and now Enzo stood in front of me like he had never left. Like he hadn’t let me believe he was dead while I tore myself apart trying to understand why.A slow smirk curled his lips. “Not even a hello?”Something snapped inside me.I closed the distance between us in two strides and swung.My fist connected with his jaw, the crack echoing in the study. Enzo stumbled back a step, his smirk twisting into something sharper as he wiped the blood from his lip.“Guess I deserved that,” he muttered.“You deserved a hell of a lot worse,” I bit out, my chest heaving.Sienna was beside me, her presence a steady pulse of warmth, but I couldn’t focus on her. Not with my brother standing there like he hadn’t just shattered everything I thought I knew.Cassie was deathly silent, her gaze bouncing between us. Ethan, for once, had nothing to say.Antonio—our father—watched with something unreadable in his expressi

The world tilted on its axis.I stared at my father, my hands clenched at my sides, my breath barely making it in and out of my lungs.I had spent my entire life hating Matteo Russo for what he did to my family. For making my father a desperate man. For forcing me to live in a world where every step was a trap, every decision was a game, and every day felt like borrowed time.And now—Now he was telling me that the debt wasn’t what I thought it was.My father hadn’t just taken money from Matteo. He had owed him a life.My mother’s life.I felt sick.I turned to Antonio, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is it true?”His expression was unreadable, but he didn’t deny it.I felt something inside me crack.The foundation I had built my entire life on—gone in an instant.Matteo watched me with a smug satisfaction, like he was enjoying every second of my world unraveling.I wanted to kill him.I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and watch the life drain from his eyes.But I couldn’t

I had made my decision.There was no turning back now.Sienna’s wide, terrified eyes were locked onto mine, searching for something—some hesitation, some doubt—but there was none.I had never been more certain of anything in my life.Matteo Russo had taken enough from me.I wasn’t going to let him take her.Not while I was still breathing.I tightened my grip on my phone, my mind already running through the names of the men I could call—the ones who owed me favors, the ones who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.Sienna’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, her touch desperate. “Luca, please—”I tore my gaze away from hers, my jaw tight. “This isn’t up for discussion.”Her grip tightened. “You think killing Matteo is going to solve this? That it’s just going to end?”I exhaled sharply, barely keeping my temper in check. “Yes, Sienna. I do.”She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “And then what? You think the rest of his empire is just going to let it go? You think his men won

Killing Matteo wasn’t a choice anymore.It was a necessity.I had tried to outrun this life. To carve out something different.But the second he took Cassie, he made his choice.Now, I was making mine.—Ethan and I sat in the dimly lit apartment, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Cassie had finally fallen asleep in Sienna’s arms, exhaustion pulling her under. But Sienna wasn’t sleeping.She sat curled up on the couch, her gaze fixed on the wall, her hands gripping Cassie like she was afraid to let go.She hadn’t looked at me since I told her my plan.Ethan was the first to break the silence.“We need a strategy.”I leaned back in my chair, rolling my bruised knuckles against the table. “I already have one.”He scoffed. “No, you have a suicide mission.”I met his gaze. “That’s the only way this ends.”Sienna stiffened from across the room.Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Christ, Luca. Do you even hear yourself?”“I hear myself just fi

I should have stopped her.I should have grabbed her hand, pulled her back, begged her to stay.But I let her go.Because Sienna deserved better than this war.And I wasn’t sure I did.Ethan and I drove in silence. The city lights blurred past the windows, a neon haze against the dark sky. My hands tightened on the wheel, my pulse a steady drum in my ears.Every mile we covered, I felt the weight of what I was about to do pressing heavier on my chest.There was no turning back.This wasn’t just about Matteo anymore.It was about ending the cycle.It was about proving that I wasn’t just some pawn in his twisted game.It was about making sure he never had control over me again.Ethan shifted in the passenger seat, watching me. “You really think this is gonna work?”“It has to.”He scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”I clenched my jaw, eyes fixed on the road. “Then maybe you should’ve stayed out of it.”Silence.Then, finally, he sighed. “You know that’s not how this works, man.”I knew.Be