Enzo

Lorenzo POV

“No, I already checked out that area. I still cannot find anything suspicious.” I said, puffing out a thick cloud of smoke. Soren, Stella, and I were gathered in my private office on the upper floor of the villa, staring at the large map spread across the mahogany table. Red pins marked every known drop point along the coast.

Blue lines traced our main shipping routes coming in through Civitavecchia port. Black crosses showed exactly where we had lost men in the last six weeks. The mole was still out there somewhere, leaking information to the Russians, and it was starting to eat at my fucking nerves like acid.

And my asshole of a stepbrother had decided to make everything ten times worse by sneaking out to a club. It would not have been an issue if it was any random place, but no, Levi had to choose Vito Mancini’s club. The same Vito who had been trying to muscle into our territory for the past eight months. I had tried my best to avoid causing any trouble at that fucker’s establishment.

We had an unspoken agreement to keep the peace for now while both sides focused on the bigger threats. Yet Levi made me almost kill a man right there on his dance floor. I needed to stay the fuck away from him.

I needed distance. Space. Time to breathe. But how the hell was I supposed to stay away when he was already in my blood, under my skin, branded on my soul like a permanent tattoo? Well, technically I did brand him on my skin.

I still could not get the image of him out of my head. Tied up spread-eagle in my playroom. Wrists bound tight above his head with black silk rope. Legs forced wide open. That thick vibrating plug buried deep in his tight hole, turning on and off at random intervals while he moaned and leaked all over his stomach.

The way he fought the restraints. The way he begged with tears in his eyes. The way his cock throbbed helplessly every time I denied him release. Fuck. This was trouble. He was trouble. Beautiful, addictive, dangerous trouble.

It was already bad enough that we had an entire shipment of product missing and a traitor inside our inner circle. Now Vito was going to be breathing down my neck demanding answers or compensation. And Father… oh fuck.

Father would be home in exactly one week. He would give me a long, cold earful if he found out about the missing shipment. I was sure he already knew through his own channels but was waiting for me to confess it myself like a proper heir. I could not let him find out I was fucking his stepson either.

No matter how genuine our bond had become, he would put a bullet in my head without hesitation. Family rules were family rules.

“Has Sebastian checked this area yet?” Soren asked, his voice pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Soren was our private investigator and one of the best hitmen we had. I mostly used him for the most difficult and delicate situations. He was already stretched thin on multiple missions, but I wanted to handle this mole situation myself.

“No. I have no idea what that fucker spends his days doing,” I replied, taking another long drag from my cigarette.

“Probably fucking half the city,” Soren said with a smirk. “But if you want, I can keep an eye on him for you.”

I shook my head slowly. Even though I could not completely shake off the uneasy feeling that something had been off with Sebastian lately. Small things. Delayed reports. Strange silences. “No. That will not be needed. I trust him.”

“And Levi?” Soren suddenly asked, causing both me and Stella to stare at him sharply.

“Levi?” I repeated, my voice dropping dangerously low.

“Can he be trusted?”

“The fuck? He is with me.”

“That does not matter, Enzo. I have a very strange feeling about him. Somehow I cannot seem to get anything substantial on him. No real paper trail before he arrived here. Almost too clean.”

“Mind explaining why the fuck you are investigating my stepbrother without my permission?” I asked calmly, taking a long drag of my cigarette as I leaned back against the wall. My eyes turned cold as ice.

Soren lowered his head and bit his lip. “I just thought…”

“Thought what, Soren? Funny how you can easily dig into him while you have been spending over three months on Detective Theodore’s case and yet you still cannot find anything useful either?” I tilted my head, watching his expression carefully, reading every micro-twitch.

“Are you fucking him, Soren?” I added quietly. The last time I checked, Theo was straight. Soren might be bi. I had seen him once in the club checking out some of our male workers and almost getting a hand job from them in a dark corner.

“What?! No!” Soren’s eyes widened.

“That better be true, Soren.” I paused and stepped closer, puffing smoke directly into his face. “If I find out otherwise, I will not even listen to any explanation before ending your life. Yes, I do know you are an assassin, but do not forget who the fuck trained you.”

“I would hate to lose another hitman.”

“It is not true…” His jaw tightened visibly.

I laughed low and patted his shoulder. Enough of this shit. Time to go back to my pet.

“You can leave. Stella, find out where Sebastian is right now. I need him here in five hours”. I said as I walked out of the room, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray.

“Jeff?” I called, stepping into the long corridor. He appeared within seconds, posture straight and alert.

“Sir.”

“Clean the house. I don’t want anyone inside.”