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“Annoying is putting it lightly. Everytime I see her coming, I always pray that the ground should open up and swallow me whole. I can't believe she's your sister.” “Step-sister.” I clicked my tongue at that. “I didn't have any choice in the matter.” “You and I both, brother-in-law.” Enzo's face became murderous and I chuckled. Glad to know, we were both disgusted by the idea of being related in any way. We talked for a little bit but the medication started to take effect. I yawned. “Go to sleep, Rhys,” he instructed from his position on the floor. I rubbed my eyes. “Super… bossy…”

ENZO I know I should probably stop denying that I don’t want my stepbrother but I hate him so much that I can’t differentiate between what I feel anymore. And just like he can feel my inner turmoil, my phone lights up with a notification and it’s Nico. Nico: Enzo, We should fuck sometime. We should fuck sometime? Who says that? I don’t bother replying him but I find myself in his dorm room, with my fingers wrapped around his throat.

That means I’m forced to sit with my son, whose fiancée I just had my fingers deep inside. “Have you decided how you’re going in?” Natalia keeps her eyes on her phone, not a single trace from her that she heard me speak. Meanwhile, I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else but the fact that she has my come on her body right now. Fuck. “The plan’s solid,” Enzo responds, flipping a dagger end over end. “I’m bored. We’ve got a few hours to burn before go time.” “I forgot to mention Enzo is an overgrown child who throws a tantrum if he’s not occupied,” Leo drawls, his tone dry.

“You think you can walk away from me once I give birth? You think I’ll let you?” Her voice turned sharp, ugly. “Try it. I dare you. I’ll have my father bury you in scandal. I’ll say you forced yourself on your brother’s widow. Let’s see how long you stay standing after that.” For a moment, Enzo only looked at her. As if he had never really seen her before. Then he said, with cold disgust, “You’re insane.” He stepped back. “If you want to stay under this roof, then stay. But don’t expect anything from me.”

Enzo was my brother. Not my boyfriend. Not my enemy's son. My mother's child. Lorenzo Moretti's bastard, hidden under an alias for a decade, placed in Dante's household as a wolf among sheep. The man who'd tried to use me as bait, who'd sent assassins to the penthouse, who'd stood on a pier and offered to let me walk away—he shared my blood.

I shut my eyes tightly, willing the memory to go away, and then I continued. Enzo had joined the family business at the age of twenty one as an assistant to his elder brother. And three years ago, he had taken full control. Hm, quite impressive. I scrolled down for more. Aside from his mother who was currently out of the picture, they were a family of six.

Enzo exhaled deeply and slowly got up to from his seat, he adjusted his shirt and turned to look at me, “I’ve let my mom control my actions for the longest time, I’m breaking free now, which is why I didn’t agree to take the company and fight with you over it,” “I had a brother but it never really felt like that, I hope that one day, you’d be able to look at me like a brother,” he said, I scoffed tilting my head to the side as I stared at him speak, this same guy told me I took everything that he lived away from him and that he’d never consider me a brother, I slowly turned to look at Janelle where she sat quietly staring at us, this apology is giving trying to impress Janelle.

Enzo nodded. “Okay, where should I start—Serena?” “What are you looking at me for?” “You’re the one who texted me while I had a special date with Britney and M—“ “Just tell him the thing I texted you!” I snapped, not caring about whatever activities he had before all of this. “Oh, right.” Enzo got back to his senses. “Little brother, if you want to kill Luca, you should kill me too.” He spoke loudly. “And Isobel.” He added. “And Vince.”

he simply said. He always kept it simple with me and I knew why. But I was acting like I didn't. Pretending like the man I loved wasn't who he was, a leader of a dangerous syndicate. Enzo walked around the couch, heading to the fridge. “Who is Storm Moretti?” I asked, remembering what Marco had been saying when they walked in. Was she a sister? His mother? Enzo never really spoke about his family members so my ears had perked up.

Luca is either the worst at starting an explanation or has plans on giving me a heart attack because his first statement threw me off balance so much that I could have crumpled to the ground if only it registered at first. “Enzo works for me, Nazlynn,” Luca said. I fixed my gaze on him. Then I barked out a sarcastic laughter. “Was that your attempt at comic relief? Because I can promise you, it worked.” “It wasn't a joke, chica bella,” he started, taking a step closer to me, which I responded by taking a step backwards. “Enzo works for my family. He works for the mafia.” My breath got stuck in my throat. I shook my head rapidly, trying to stop home from spewing more lies. “Enzo plays footbal