ANMELDENEnzo couldn't care less that his men are supposedly hooking up dead in the night in that moment. Without even so much as a glance at any of them, he storms out. Even from this distance, he can hear Sephrina screaming, "He killed your mother!! Your own partner murdered your mother in cold blood-" Her screaming is cut off when the door slams open. Enzo stands there with red, blazing eyes, murderous anger rolling off him in waves. The clothes he used to tie her down hang from her, completely torn, the gag from her mouth now resting loosely around her neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He bellows, making her take an instinctive step back, but her chin stays up. "I'm just saying the truth. He deserves to know, Enzo." Enzo's response is an angry growl. An actual growl. Before, one second he's by the door; the next, he's on her. He snatches the table knife from the fruit tray on her bedside table as he pins her hard to the mattress with his full weight, pressing the bla
THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER. Rico never makes it to the guards' quarters. At 1:50 a.m., he hears someone knocking softly on his door. He assumes it's Enzo, so he steps out, only to find Frank standing there. "What are you doing here?" Frank doesn't answer with words. He grabs him by the front of his shirt and yanks him back into the room, kicks the door shut, and locks it in one smooth motion. "I couldn't wait anymore," Frank says against his mouth, already panting from need. "Besides, I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." Rico presses a hand against his temple, frustrated. "I wouldn't. This is a bad idea. I told you, and coming here is even worse. Enzo might--" "It's always Enzo, Enzo." Frank cuts him off, hand snaking down to cup Rico's half-hard dick through the fabric. "Tell me, what do YOU want?" Rico groans in response at the pressure against his bulge. He wants to so bad, but Enzo is gonna be pissed- A pair of soft lips pressing against his makes him instantly for
Enzo stares at the name on the screen for a long second before answering. "De Luca," he breathes skeptically. The older man's voice is deep with the kind of terrifying edge that tells you he's not someone to be toyed with. "Enzo..." he starts, "I've been trying to reach Sephrina for the past hour. She's not answering my calls. Is she with you?" Enzo's jaw tightens. That's because she's tied up in her room for trying to run her mouth. "She must be somewhere in the house." "Put her on." "I'm too busy to do that right now." There's a short, heavy pause after that. And when De Luca speaks again, the politeness is completely faded. "I see..." His tone grows colder and more businesslike. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you anyways." Enzo's fists clench by his sides. "About what?" "Nothing really." It's never nothing. "Just, a few of our mutual partners in Italy have expressed concern. They're worried you're no longer fit to represent Italy in Los Angeles." "What
Enzo takes a second to look at him--he's panting hard, green eyes blazing with anger and jealousy, hand pressed hard against the door to stop Enzo from leaving. "Over my dead body will I let you go back to her." Enzo can't help the broad, fucking smile that spreads across his face. Without thinking, he grabs Julian by the nape of his neck and slams their lips together. Fuck, he really needed it. Having sex without being able to kiss and touch him was absolute torture. The kiss is rough and intense. His left hand slides down to grab Julian's hips, pressing him flush against him. Julian doesn't kiss him back at first, of course he doesn't. His lips are stiff with shock against Enzo's, fist clenched by his sides. But the moment Enzo's tongue sweeps against his, he lets out a muffled moan and kisses him back. Enzo feels his heart swell. He loves how much the Omega's body always responds to him no matter how angry he is. It's so fucking sexual. The Alpha deepens the kiss,
Enzo glares at her as she finishes. "If you do that for me, then I swear to you, I'll keep your secret." Enzo, for the first time in his life, goes quiet. He looks at Sephrina again, the wheels in his head turning, trying to process exactly the fuck he just heard. She wants sex? That's what she wants? Now, he's not stupid. He knows if he gives in now, the requests will never stop coming. But that's not the only reason. The real reason...is he wouldn't be able to get it up even if he wanted to. Julian has messed with his head so much, the thought of having sex with someone else doesn't appease him anymore. After the failed hookup with Ash in Vegas, he decided to...test shit out when he got back. He's tried, more than twice, to hook up with different Omegas like he usually did. But nothing. His cock remained flaccid the entire time, and he only got hard thinking of fucking Julian. Of course, by that time, he was no longer interested in the girl in front of him, so he pus
"Hello?" Luca's voice rings through the speakers. "Father said I need to talk to you urgently-" "Did you create that encrypted number for Sephrina?" Enzo skips pleasantries and demands in a dark voice that makes hair stand on end. Luca, caught off guard, goes quiet for a few minutes. But those few seconds are all the confirmation Enzo needs. "I-no, it was all me." He tries to save face, but Enzo is already done with his shit. "Sei proprio uno stupido, fratello." You're such a fool, brother. He drops the call before Luca can say anything more, before storming out of the office to--most likely--Sephrina's room. --- "SEPHRINA!" Enzo's scream echoes through the hallway as he slams the door to the guest room open, shattering the wood. Sephrina is lying on the huge bed alone in the dark, phone in her hands. She is startled awake the moment she sees Enzo storming towards her in anger. The color drains from her cheeks. "Enzo, wait-" He obviously doesn't wait. In three lon
The open-plan of his new room is pure luxury:. The bathroom itself larger than his entire childhood home. But none of it comforts him. He slips away the moment the men's footsteps fade, bare feet padding silently over heated floors. He goes through the new drawers, finding clothes and shoes in
Julian's eyes slowly open to the cool touch of latex gloves between his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of the massive bed in a luxury suite, arms stretched above his head. Soft morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but even the view feels like a taunt.
Julian huddles in the back booth of a dingy diner in Silver Lake, the morning light barely cutting through grimy windows. His friend, Marcus, an unbonded Beta who works odd jobs in the market, slides a coffee across the table. "You look like hell, Jules. That ankle's twice the size it should be. W
Julian wakes to sunlight slicing through the half-open curtains of the hotel suite. His body aches everywhere--deep bruises on his hips, a bite mark throbbing on his neck, and a raw soreness between his legs that makes every shift painful. The sheets cling to his skin, sticky with the remnants of la







