ENZO Domenico was already on his knees a few minutes later. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his shirt but he was trying to act tough. He had the nerve to grin at me, even with my gun pointed at his head. I crouched in front of him, my grip steady on the pistol. The club was silent now. Only the bass from the music in the other room vibrated through the floor. My men had cleared everyone out. It was just us, and Lauren, standing a few feet away. It had been easy to deal with his men. They were amateurs. I wanted to get revenge on him but I waited. After seeing Lauren’s gaze earlier, I could tell she was having difficulty adjusting. I shouldn’t have let the motherf**ker breathe another second. “You think this is funny?” I asked, pressing my gun against his temple. Domenico was a young man in his mid-20s. He was desperate for power and wanted to uphold his father’s legacy so he created his own gang. I didn’t mind though. Bastard was a smart and creative motherf*
LAURENThe first strike hurt like hell.My eyes instantly teared up as I battled the pain. I turned back to look at Enzo. His face was unreadable but the strikes didn't stop. Unfortunately, I wasn't dressed in a way that could save me from the sting of the leather. Enzo continued, each strike worse than the last.“ This is what will happen every time you put yourself in danger. No matter what upsets you, you should never leave without your protection. Do you understand?” Enzo asked as he hit me again.Snap.A sharp gasp tore from my lips as the belt cracked against my skin again. The fire spread through me, hot and unrelenting. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. But my body betrayed me. My hands trembled and my breath hitched. I knew he saw it all yet he didn't stop.“ Answer me when I talk, gurriera. I hate having to repeat myself.” Enzo said.Another lash. My fingers curled into fists.I wanted to take it bravely. Show him that his threats and beatings
“What? What are you talking about?” I asked stunned as I stared at Sylas's mother. For the first time, her eyes were different from before. The once warm and motherly gaze in her eyes was filled with disgust and hatred. My breath caught in my throat as she pointed at me. “After pushing me down the stairs, how dare you show your face here? Security! Security!” Tessa screamed making me stunned. The door opened and a nurse rushed in immediately stunned as she saw Tessa and I. Tessa was filled with rage as she yelled at me and I had no idea why she was doing this. “Tessa, I—I,” I said struggling as my voice cracked. “I didn't push you. I came out of my room and I saw you down the stairs, remember?” “ You liar! Get out! Get out!” Sylas's mother screamed at the top of her voice. The doors swung open again, and more nurses rushed in, trying to calm Tessa down. My eyes burned with tears as I watched her continue to scream at me calling me a murderer and insulting me. “Ms, you h
ENZO My eyes narrowed as I watched Lauren’s hand hovering over her phone. Seated in my car, I could see everything. The way she hesitated, the slight tremble in her fingers, the way Jake leaned in too close. And then he did it. His hand covered hers, a casual yet intimate gesture that made my grip tighten around the steering wheel. She should not be with him. Lauren was an expert at testing my patience. The way she had run out of the house and promised to take the men I had chosen to protect her yet she still ditched them, everything about her was tempting and frustrating at the same time. “Boss, he’s here,” Leonardo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. My eyes flickered to the front of the hospital where Lauren had come out from. A red car pulled up in front and I watched as a man walked out from the hospital. He looked suspicious and was trying to hide his face as he walked out. “His name is Randall Cruz. He is the butler for the Riccardi family. He is also the one that we sus
“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
ENZOI couldn't help but pace around in the warehouse. Leonardo had called me asking me to come and supervise over the productions of the weapons being made. My hands clenched by my side as I thought about what had happened at the hospital. Seeing the little girl who was obviously my daughter, I couldn't help but want to hold her once again. Even if it's just for a brief second. “ Boss? Enzo!” Leonardo called out bringing me out of my thoughts. “ What?” I asked staring at him. I glanced at the boxes where all the guns had been arranged. “Take them out for delivery.” I ordered. The rest of the men did exactly as I ordered carrying the boxes out while Leonardo stayed behind. I couldn't even describe what I was feeling. Anger, disappoinment and hurt. Not at Lauren but at myself. After I found out her identity as Marcello's daughter, I had felt betrayed and abadoned her. I didn't know she had been pregnant. “ Is something wrong? You have been absent minded since. Did something happen
“ Aurora, don't run around.” I said cautioning my daughter as we walked out of the hospital about to leave. Standing at the counter, I stared at the nurse handing her the prescription the doctor had given us. Aurora was asthmatic just like Giovanni. At first, she had not displayed any signs which made me happy however she started having shortness of breath last year. The doctor had said she should be careful and always have her inhaler on her. That was why I kept a watchful eye on her. She was my world. My baby. “ Aurora, make sure you don't lose your inhaler-” I started when I saw Aurora bump into someone. She stumbled back, but the man caught her before she could fall. His large hands gripped her shoulders gently, steadying her tiny frame. “Careful, principessa.” He said, his voice low. Familiar. Too familiar. My eyes lifted and my breath caught as I realized who it was. Enzo. He stood there in a dark coat, tailored and expensive, the collar turned up slightly against
LAUREN “You want to take over the Italian Mafia? You?” Enzo asked in a mocking tone igniting the others to chuckle. I didn't care. I shrugged my shoulders walking past them to take my seat. Crossing my eyes, I held Enzo's gaze. “Why not? I have the money and the power. You can see what I've done with the place. My father was an Italian so that makes me half Italian. Is there another reason why I cannot be the leader of the Italian mafia?” I asked, my words silencing all of them in an instant. Their expressions told me everything. They'd rather support Enzo than me because I am a woman. These egotistical men couldn't handle being led by a woman and that was their problem. “ Just because you have picked a few tricks, doesn't mean that you can lead the Italian mafia, gurriera.” Enzo said making my hands clench by my side. “There are a lot of people far ruthless than you are.” I smiled staring at him. “Is that so?” I asked getting up to my feet. Signaling the bouncer at the door, I
ENZO“Did you really have to behave like that? You humiliated me in front of her again!” Barbara’s voice rang through the hallway, sharp and loud, chasing after me like it always did.I didn’t answer. I kept walking.I needed to see my son.I pushed open Giovanni’s room door and stepped into the warm room. It smelled like lavender and old storybooks. Toys were scattered on the floor. Tiny cars, a red ball, a stuffed lion missing one eye.He sat cross-legged on the rug, building something with blocks. His dark curls fell across his forehead, and his little brow was furrowed in deep concentration. When he looked up and saw me, his face lit up.“Papa!”I knelt down, letting him crash into my arms. His small arms wrapped around my neck, and for a moment, everything felt still.“How was your day, Gio?” I asked softly, brushing his hair back.“I made a tower. Mama said it could reach the moon.” He grinned, showing me a crooked stack of blocks that swayed with every breath.I chuckled. “It j
Slow music played on the background. Men and women moving around. I moved around the crowd with Miguel smiling as we talked and chatted. My hands clenched as I saw Enzo. I didn't want to alert Miguel so I stayed firm pretending not be okay. But my eyes kept drifting. I scanned the room searching for Enzo. To see if he has already come or if he was going to come soon. Although I was at the party, I didn't want to expose myself just yet. Now was not the time. “Lauren?” I heard someone call making me stiff. No one called me Lauren anymore. I turned to see Rafael behind me. He was dressed handsomely in his suit. Two years had gone by and I couldn't be more grateful enough. If he had not saved my life by coming to get me, I would have been dead. Enzo did not care. “Rafael,” I started as a small smile formed on my lips. “You're here too” “ Of course I am here,…..” Rafael said as he looked around before lowering his tone. “Why didn't you tell me you were back in the country, Lauren? You
I swallowed feeling my throat tightening as I stared at Enzo. I quickly turned my gaze away not giving him enough time to see my face. “Sorry.” I muttered as I walked past him heading straight to my car. I put Aurora in her seat making sure she was secure before I got in. Starting the engine, I drove as fast as I could leaving before Barbara could show up. “Mommy, did I do something wrong?” Aurora’s small voice broke the silence in the car, soft and unsure.My grip tightened on the steering wheel. I forced my eyes to stay on the road, even though her question made my heart feel like it was cracking open. The image of Giovanni insulting my daughter and pushing her down made me mad. He was innocent. Two years ago, he had been nothing but a baby. “No, baby,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”She was quiet for a second, then I saw her fiddling with the hem of her dress in the driver’s mirror. “But you looked sad. And that man looked mad.”I blink
LAUREN -Three years later Taylor. Her face appeared in my dreams for over a month. I couldn't get her out of my mind or out of my memory. For the last few months I had been having the same dream. The dream I thought I had forgotten. Sighing, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. It was already morning, the sun slipping through my windows. I went down to the living room after I was done to make breakfast. The house was quiet. I grabbed a pan and started cracking eggs into a bowl. The smell of butter and toast slowly filled the air. Then I heard it. The sound of little feet slapping against the floor. I tensed almost about to reach for the knife beside me when I heard her voice. “Mommy?” I turned around just as my daughter came into the kitchen, rubbing her sleepy eyes and holding her favorite stuffed bunny by one ear. Her curls were a mess and her cheeks still puffy from sleep. “Good morning, lovebug,” I said, crouching down. She shuffled into my arms and yawned agains
ENZOLauren’s scream still echoed through the room, her voice thick with grief and fury.“If you want me dead, just do it, you monster!” She said making my grandfather clock his gun. My eyes widened as I stood in front of both of them. Lauren had been crying for a while and had not stopped for a second. I didn't expect Don Alonzo to pull the trigger. I moved fast. Faster than I’d ever let myself in front of him. I stepped between them, my hand raised slightly toward Don Alonzo.“Enough,” I said, my voice low and controlled but barely.Lauren was behind me now, shaking, her sobs ragged. Taylor’s blood had already started to pool beside her feet but Lauren didn't care. Don Alonzo’s eyes narrowed. “Step aside, Enzo.”“She’s not your enemy.” I answered. “She’s a liar. And liars die.”“She’s mine,” I said, forcing the words out. “And that means she answers to me. No one else.”Don Alonzo’s jaw ticked. “She made you weak.”The tension between us skyrocketed as both of us stood. I knew wh
The drive was quiet.Too quiet.Enzo didn’t look at me once. His hands stayed tight on the wheel, his jaw locked, his eyes straight ahead. There was no music. No words. Just the low hum of the engine and the panic building in my chest.I sat beside him, trying to breathe normally. Trying to act like I didn’t feel the shift. Like I didn’t notice the way his eyes had gone cold ever since Leonardo had woken up.The meeting was been held in Don Alonzo's estate tucked behind heavy iron gates. Guards stood tall, guns in view. One of them opened my door. I stepped out, heart pounding.Enzo didn’t reach for my hand as he usually did. “ Enzo, I think we should go back home. I don't feel too well. Plus leaving Giovanni alone after he just recovered doesn't sit well with me.” I said trying to pull him back but Enzo dodged my touch. I thought he was going to leave but he suddenly Enzo walked back to the car before crouching down in front of me. He reached for my legs gently taking them out of th