Forget Everything Tonight. Be Mine

Enzo Romano POV

In my head, there were fires eating the ground.

Screams fading.

Bodies falling.

The smell of blood mixed with burned ash.

Those were my memories.

The past that made me.

The past I will never run from.

One day, I was just a child standing in the middle of ruin, my eyes wide with terror as I stared at torn bodies, my parents’ blood flowing under my feet. I never forgot that day. I never forgot how they forced me to choose. Death with them, or becoming something else. A monster with no mercy.

I chose life.

But it came with a price.

The phone rang beside me. I picked it up without taking my eyes off the city.

"Are you ready?"

It was one of my men. Calm, but with hesitation I hated hearing.

"Prepare our men."

Silence followed. Then his voice came back, unsure. "Is this necessary? There are other ways. We could talk. Make a peace deal. Instead of sending killers to slaughter everyone."

My jaw tightened. I looked at my reflection in the glass. Hesitation. Mercy. Those words had no place in my world.

I turned slowly. My fist tightened around the phone. My voice dropped, cold and deadly.

"Peace? Do you think I reached this power because I look for peace? Do you think I became this man by offering handshakes?"

Silence on the other end. Then I heard him swallow.

"But..."

"But nothing." I cut him off. "Anyone who stands against me. You know what happens to those who betray me."

The hesitation turned into fear.

"Do what I told you. Or I will find another man with more loyalty."

A few seconds of silence. Then his weak answer.

"As you command."

"When are you coming back?" he asked again, more careful now.

"I have things to finish here." I fastened the buttons of my black shirt.

"There is someone we do not know watching you. He wants to know you. Maybe an enemy getting ready for you." His voice shook a little.

Enemies never scared me. Neither did the curiosity of strangers or rivals who wanted to study me.

"Forget it. Welcome a new enemy. There is no one in this world who can stand in my way. Let him try."

"But..."

"Do what I told you."

I ended the call without waiting. I stared at my reflection again. My past was nothing but battles and blood. I had no choice but to be the strongest.

"Real power is not killing all your enemies. It is making them afraid to even think about facing you."

Her words still echoed in my head.

She tried to change me. Tried to tell me there were other ways. That I did not have to be the shadow that terrified everyone. But she never understood one thing. I did not choose this path. It was forced on me from birth.

And in the end, even she bent to the law of power.

I never knew mercy. Since childhood, I was hard. Dirty. Violent in every deal I made. But with Celine. I was a child again. Someone I did not recognize. She pulled me in, in a way that drove me insane.

How did she suddenly become part of my life? I do not know. I never cared about women. I used them as tools or saw them as threats. But Celine was different.

Bright. But hiding a darkness I could not ignore. Every time she smiled, I saw something behind it. A heart on fire.

I had been watching her for a while. She was not ordinary. She reminded me of something. Or someone.

One night, I saw her walking alone in dark streets.

That was not normal.

Maybe the mafia in me made me suspicious of her origins. But I had to be sure. I had to understand the secret behind her mystery. There was a puzzle around her, and I never allowed unknown things in my life.

I walked to my desk and dropped into the chair. I picked up my phone again and called my assistant. My voice was sharp and final.

"I want everything on Celine. And on her older brother, Michael Joseph."

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I did not answer. No one needed permission to enter. Not my men. And not one of my women.

The door opened slowly. Natalia walked in. One of the high class prostitutes from our nightclub. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like fire. She wore a black silk dress that barely covered her curves. In her hand, a glass of whiskey with ice dancing inside. Her eyes locked on me like she had found her prey.

"Good evening, Enzo," she said my name slowly, tasting it.

I did not answer. I looked at her with cold eyes. But inside, I was not that cold. She was part of this dirty world. She knew how to touch the right strings.

She walked closer with confident steps. She set the glass on my desk. Then she leaned over, her body pressing forward until her chest was almost touching my hand.

"Tired of thinking?" she whispered, her fingers sliding slowly over my arm.

"The night is long. And I hate seeing you alone, drowning in worries that do not suit a man like you."

I raised an eyebrow. No smile.

"And did you come to comfort me, Natalia?"

She smiled. Half desire. Half danger.

"I came to remind you that there are things more beautiful than blood and guns. Things not solved by deals. Things you feel."

Then suddenly, she started to dance slowly in front of me. I did not move. I watched her like a familiar show. Not exciting. But deadly beautiful.

She closed the curtains with one hand and moved closer. She sat on the edge of the desk in front of me and leaned in until I felt her hot breath near my ear.

"Forget everything tonight. Be mine."

Her words hit my head. But they did not move anything inside me. Suddenly, Celine’s image filled my mind. Her defiant face. Her smile that trusted no one. Her eyes, always questioning.

"Enough." My voice was cold as I pushed Natalia’s hand away.

Her body froze for a second. Then she stepped back calmly. Before leaving, she stopped at the door and looked at me with a look I did not understand right away.

"You are burning inside, Enzo. And I am not the one who puts out that fire."

She closed the door behind her.

Why did Celine appear in my head?

Is she starting to slip inside me? Into the part I never allow anyone to touch?