The Truth Hurts: Part Two: The Twisted Betrayal Duet

Chapter 29

Iwatch as Luca and Levi leave together before I storm out of the kitchen. I can’t even keep my anger at bay long enough to think clearly because all I see is red. Once again, Enzo is overstepping. He just doesn’t know when to fucking quit it and it’s starting to really piss me off. The guy just can’t accept that our dynamic has shifted. He’s not my second, he’s not in charge. I am. And he’s jeopardizing that by stowing Don Verdi in my fucking basement.

Storming through the house, I locate Enzo in the courtyard, walking the doctor to his car. I wait until the taillights are a blur in the distance before I march over to confront him.

He spins around as soon as he hears my heels clipping the concrete, his brows knitting together.

And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I crack my palm across his face, knocking his cigarette from his lips.

Pain radiates through my hand and wrist, but I ignore the ache over the satisfaction of seeing Enzo’s shocked face.“What the fuck were you thinking?!” I scream at him, my face flaring with heat.

He palms his cheek, rubbing the mark I’ve definitely left on his skin. Good. I want him to remember this; remember my anger, my fury. Remember that I am in charge.

“I was thinking that I was doing you a favor,” he answers smugly.

“A favor?” I screech. “You know the Elders are going to investigate me for this!”

Enzo rolls his eyes. “Like they investigated the Verdis when they attacked you four months ago?”

My fists clench.

“Or the time they ran you off the road?”

My jaw tightens.

“Or what about when—”

“Okay! I get it!” I scream.

There’s a long pause where Enzo sighs and I stand like a furious statue, considering whether I’d be able to get another hit in. Despite his beautiful face, I wouldn’t mind giving him a black eye just for his insolence because Bianchi is nobody’s bitch. I make the decisions around here and he just stomped all over them.

“You want to find Gio’s daughter, right?” He reminds me and it gets on my last damn nerve.

I huff a sigh because yes, he’s right. We have no idea how to locate Gabriella, and it’s only a matter of time before it becomes a lost cause. But that doesn’t excuse his behavior. I haven’t forgotten about the way he spoke to me earlier, snapping at me like I was the nuisance. I’d be in my right mind to stick in his own makeshift dungeon, maybe have Luca inflict some pain on him just for the fun of it.

“You kidnapped the head of another family,” I growl.

“And?” He shrugs like my point doesn’t even make sense. “It was only a few weeks ago that Luciano was about to—” he cuts himself off, chest rising and falling so fast that I can see that memory still haunts him as much as it does me. It takes everything in me not to snap at him, instead taking a deep breath and refocusing my energy.

We haven’t even spoken about that night, about what he walked in on Luciano almost doing. I can’t imagine it was my finest moment because I remember being stark naked, almost broken—though I’d never admit that. It takes me a moment to remove my thoughts from that haunting part of my past. But when I do, I hit Enzo with a hard stare.

“We are not the Verdis,” I remind him. “I am not out for their blood unless they come to me!”

“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?” he scoffs.

My jaw ticks over as my anger returns. Nothing I say is going to get through to him.

“Besides, once he gives us the location, he’ll be no use to us. If you really want me to let him go, I’ll consider it.”

My eyes widen. Call me skeptical, but I don’t really believe Enzo will do as he says. Maybe it’s intuition. I’ve known Enzo my entire life, so when he passes up the opportunity to get revenge, I’m immediately curious.

Don’t get me wrong, the thought has already crossed my mind that Don Verdi is our best source of information right now. If anyone is going to know Gabriela’s location, it’s him.

“You’ll let him go?”

He tilts his head, and I finally get a glimpse of the mark I’ve left on his skin. The dull glow of the lamps covers most of it, but even the pink handprint can’t be missed. “I said, I’ll consider it, baby.”

I growl in frustration, rolling my eyes. “You’re such an ass!” I shove him backward, but all my strength is barely enough to make him move. No, Enzo is a fucking wall, and not even my own authority can shake those foundations.

He grabs my wrists and yanks me into his chest. Our breaths are a mingled symphony of vexed desire. Between his hands, I close my own into fists and attempt to tug myself out of his grip. But he’s too strong, and I know fighting Enzo will only spur him on. Even as kids, he thrived off my stubbornness. Why should now be any different?

“You’re angry at me, I get it.” He says before he releases me gently.

Well at least he got one thing right.I still don’t give him my words though. Instead, I fold my arms and huff out another sigh of annoyance.

“Trust me when I say that I did it for you.” His voice is soft, tender. It speaks to all the girly parts of me, and I hate that his sincerity is such a turn on right now.

“How does this benefit me when my head is on the line?”

My heart flutters as his dark eyes lock onto mine. “Because, baby, you made a promise to Giovanni. And I’m not about to let you break it.”

Cazzo. He knows all the right words to say to me, all the buttons to press to have me believing him. Even though I know there’s an element of truth in his words, it still angers me that he did this without consulting me. When Enzo put Don Verdi in the back of the car, I assumed he was just going to use him as leverage to get the guys out of the compound safely. Now, I know there was another motive, and I feel like I need to tread more carefully around him. I’ve already noticed the darkness in his eyes. Three months apart can’t stop me from being able to read my best friend like a book, and as I look at him now, I know there are things he’s keeping to himself. I don’t like it, but right now I don’t have a choice but to go along.

“I hate that you went behind my back,” I mutter, though the anger has long since left my tone.

Enzo strokes a thumb down the scar on my cheek. I shudder against his touch, noticing the sorrow that fills his gaze briefly, like he blames himself for the mark Luciano left on me. But I’m sure he realizes that Luciano scarred my soul a long time ago, a few visible scars have nothing on the real damage he inflicted on me when I was just a girl. “I hate that you kept this from me,” I frown.

“You watched me put him in the trunk,” he laughs.

“Fuck you. You know what I mean,” I growl, breaking his contact on my cheek with a swipe of my hand. The cold air replaces the warmth he left, turning my mood even more sour. “Is it really so difficult for you to be under my command?”

The muscle in his jaw flickers.

“Are you still pissed that I won’t reinstate you as my second?” I bark, pushing forward with a finger to his chest. This time, Enzo stumbles back with a surprised look on his face. All the heat within me rises to the surface, unfiltered rage soaring through me. It’s like something snaps inside of me. I want him to know that I’m not some innocent girl he can walk all over. I’m not the type of leader that accepts insolence and barbed comments. I advance over and over, jabbing my finger into his chest as I start to run out of accusations. “Is it beneath you to—”

Suddenly, I’m spun around, the front of my body landing on Luca’s Maserati. The air escapes my lungs and I let out a pained oomph as my chest is crushed against the metal. I struggle underneath Enzo’s hold, but he has me pinned by my nape, chuckling deeply as he runs a finger down my spine. It’s a sexy kind of sound that makes my thighs clench and ignore the pain in my ribs for a moment.

“Get off me, LaRosa,” I spit out bitterly, ignoring how every cell in my body is begging for him to contest it.

His hands snake down my body just as I’d hoped, following the curves my dress clings to. I knew exactly what I was doing when I chose this outfit; I’d hoped for the night to end a lot differently to how it has, especially with the way Levi couldn’t take his eyes off me as we played poker.

Enzo nips my earlobe softly, but hard enough that I shudder under his assault, trying not to enjoy the way my body melts into his.

“What are you doing?” My question is weak at best, because I know exactly what he’s doing, and I’m powerless to stop him. I want it.

“The only thing I want beneath me…” he kisses my shoulder tenderly, “...Is you.”

The promise his words hold is confirmed when he drags my dress up, baring my ass to him. I try to wriggle free, but Enzo keeps a firm hold on me, and I quickly realize it’s no use. Enzo wants to fuck his dominance into me, and while the thought is all too tempting, we’re out in the open right now. My guards only have to turn away from the gates and they’d see what we’re doing.

“Enzo,” I plead.

But he ignores me, running his hand over my ass and squeezing the flesh. “Tell me the thought of this doesn’t turn you on and I’ll stop,” he groans.

“Someone will see,” I reason, though at this point, I don’t know whether that excites me or terrifies me.

Enzo leans down, swiping the hair away from my neck to lay a kiss beneath my ear. “Then you’d better keep quiet.”

I don’t even hear him unfasten his pants through my aroused state. Not until he thrusts into me with one hard shunt of his body, his piercing hitting me deep and making me moan.

“Ssshh!” Enzo chuckles, sliding back out of me. He slams into me once more, fully seated, his groans of pleasure ringing in my ears. How does that sound turn me on even more? Why is this dominant side of him so sexy?

I don’t have time to consider the answers to those questions, because my mind becomes foggy when Enzo starts pumping into me. His cock slides seamlessly in and out, stroking my inner walls so fiercely that it steals my breath.

“To answer your questions,” he grunts as his hips slap my ass. “No, it’s not difficult being under your command.” He pounds into me, his words never faltering. “I love you being in charge. Your ferocity. Your stubbornness.”

I sense there’s a but in there somewhere, but I’m too drunk on the way he’s drilling into me to question him further. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head with the way he draws out my pleasure.

“And yes, I am pissed that you chose Levi over me, but…fuck… you deserve to have the best by your side. And I wish that was me.”

His thrusts slow, his breaths puncturing the air above me.

I frown when the silence becomes too much. “Enzo?”

Warmth surrounds me as Enzo cages me in with his body. The stark contrast against the cold metal of Luca’s car makes me feel fuzzy—or maybe that’s Enzo’s cock throbbing inside of me. Enzo nuzzles my neck, dropping sweet kisses to my skin. “Sei tutto per me,” he whispers breathlessly.

“I know,” I say back, my own breaths stuttering.

Slowly, Enzo starts grinding against me so that his piercing rubs my g-spot. It’s cautious, filled with intent to build me up until I’m begging for release. My entire core fires up with the burning need, but I want to revel in this moment. Enzo’s vulnerability starts to show with every careful thrust. He circles his hips, coaxing a strangled moan from the depths of my throat.

It’s tantalizing the way he makes little movements, yet the pleasure spreads through me like wildfire. I’m teetering on the precipice, my body ready for that one stroke that will set me alight.

Enzo continues fucking me slowly, his piercing doing criminal things to my pussy. I swear it’s like a drug, the way he uses it to get me off. I’m addicted and I don’t want to stop. The slow, measured punches of his hips draw me closer to my orgasm. My pussy throbs, my body aching for release. There’s just something so sensual about this change of events that has me careening off the edge into the blissful abyss.

I shatter without warning, my body convulsing as I cry out with Enzo’s name on my lips.

He slams a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. Someone will have definitely heard that. Enzo takes that as his cue, wasting no time in picking up the pace. He pushes back upright, slamming into me hard. My hips bounce against the harsh metal of the Maserati, his punishing thrusts only drawing out my orgasm.

And then he groans, stifling it with his fist. I watch over my shoulder as he shudders, filling me with his release. It’s breathtaking the way he falls apart, knowing that I did that to him. It’s fascinating that I never considered that with Levi and Luca, but that’s not to say they’re not equally as addictive to watch. There’s just something different about the way Enzo’s walls drop a fraction and I can see right into his veiled soul.

“Enzo?” I say after a minute of silence ticks by.

He leans down, turning my chin to press his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. “Yes, baby?”

“Luca is going to kill us if we’ve scratched his car.”

Enzo lets out a chuckle, slowly pulling out of me and turning me around.

I wince, feeling his cum trickle down my leg but before I can do anything about it, Enzo is lifting me onto the hood of Luca’s car. “Shit,” I hiss out when the metal presses against my sensitive pussy.

“Let’s make it worth it then, baby.” Enzo kisses my lips as he steps between my thighs, cupping my ass. Then he pushes me onto my back, lifting my knees over his shoulders and drops to my dripping pussy. He works me over two more times before relenting. There’s no way in hell Luca hasn’t heard us, but like Enzo said.

Totally worth it.