Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Present Day
Iwalked through the park, keeping to the dimly lit path.
My heart pounded with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing Enzo was behind me.
Following. Waiting. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
First, a public date where he held my hand, kissed me, and held me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and now this?
He wanted to fuck me out in the open, where anyone could see us?
If we were arrested tonight for public indecency, Alessio would kill me. No, he’d kill Enzo. But fuck, I couldn’t say no. I wanted this. Badly. It was becoming one of the most memorable nights of my life.
My dick was so hard it was almost painful, rubbing against my jeans with every step. I couldn’t take the suspense any longer, so I glanced over my shoulder, checking for him. But there was no one in sight. The park was empty.
Swiftly, I changed direction, abandoning the path for the cluster of trees on my right.
Without the street lights above, I was plunged into darkness, the trees looming like shadows as my eyes darted around for any sign of him.
As one of the best snipers in our circles, he was good at staying hidden, but I didn’t expect him to be this good.
Out of nowhere, a body twisted around the tree I was walking past and slammed me against the trunk.
One of my arms was pinned behind my back, while the other was against the bark next to my face as I panted hard.
Enzo’s hard body pressed into mine, his hot breath skimming down my neck.
I struggled against him, trying to rip my arm free from his grasp, but he was too strong.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he husked into my ear, then licked the skin behind it and ground against me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I allowed myself the rare moment of submission I craved.
“What?” I knew, but I needed to hear him say it.
He kissed along my jawline, and I sucked in a breath as I felt him unbuckle my jeans. “To have you in public. Where anyone could see.”
“Me too,” I groaned as his hand wrapped around my dick and stroked. “So fucking much.”
He released my arm so his other hand could caress my stomach beneath my coat.
His touch was all I needed to forget the world.
I never felt more alive than when his hands were on me.
They moved down to my ass, shoving my jeans just beneath, then shoved two fingers into my mouth roughly.
I groaned around them, lubricating them with my own spit until he withdrew them and circled my hole, teasing and pressing but never entering.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, because it had been years.
“You like that, Rossetti?” he growled against my ear.
“Si. Fuck. More.”
The tip of his finger eased inside, then another.
I closed my eyes, biting my lip to keep from whimpering like a girl.
He started fucking them into me slowly, licking and nipping at the skin on my neck, keeping me at his mercy against the tree.
I tried to keep quiet, keeping my moans and swearing to a bare minimum, but when he upped his pace, I was trembling with restraint.
Suddenly, his fingers froze inside me, his huge body tense and covering mine.
I opened my eyes, realising why he’d stopped.
Slow, casual footsteps and soft voices travelled on the wind, two silhouettes emerging along the park path.
A couple. Shit. I expected Enzo to stop, to freak out and step back from me.
But when he pressed me harder against the tree and continued, my eyes widened.
“Enzo,” I groaned low.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Or they’ll hear you.”
His fingers withdrew, and I gasped as the thick head of his cock pressed into me.
My mouth fell open in a silent cry as he pushed into me slowly, my heart hammering wildly.
The feeling was pure heaven, and I couldn’t stop a loud moan from escaping as he pulled back slightly and pushed in further.
His hand slammed over my mouth, and he chuckled darkly.
“You want to get caught? You want them to see me fucking you against this tree, Finn?”
Yeah, I kinda did.
Just as the couple passed us by, completely oblivious to what was happening a few metres away, Enzo slammed into me, and my whole body trembled from the sudden jolt of pleasure and pain. He dropped his head against my shoulder and groaned, then did it again. One slow, hard thrust.
“Merda, you’re so fucking sexy, Finn. I can’t stand it,” he whispered, his hand still covering my mouth to muffle my moans. Then he started moving.
His hips ground into my ass with every thrust, and I could barely hold on.
I was already so close to coming. When he was sure the couple had gone, he grabbed both my hips in his strong hands and fucked me faster, while I held on to the tree for stability.
His body was iron, so powerful and relentless as he dominated me completely.
“Shit. Oh god, yes. Fuck, Enzo,” I panted. “Harder.”
He met my request with force, and I cried out into the night, coming harder than I had in years.
I threw my head back, staring up at the canopy and stars, but not really seeing anything but blinding pleasure pulsing behind my eyes as my cock squirted endless ropes of cum onto the grass.
Three hard thrusts later, Enzo’s body slammed into mine as he came, growling my name.
He slid out of me and fell back onto the ground, flat on his back and breathing heavily.
I turned around, pulling my jeans up and sliding down the trunk of the tree, because, yeah, I felt the same.
My legs weren’t going to support me anymore.
“Cazzo,” he panted, staring up at the sky with a look of pure disbelief. “That was… so fucking hot.”
“Si,” was all I could manage as I tried to catch my breath.
We stayed like that for a few minutes until Enzo turned his head to look at me and patted the ground beside him. “Come here.”
I crawled over, flipped onto my back, removed my cap, and rested my head in the crook of his arm and chest as we both stared up at the starless sky.
“I love you,” Enzo whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too.” My chest tightened, and I closed my eyes. Would love be enough this time? There were still so many obstacles that could keep us apart. “How do you see this working, Enzo? I can’t be as selfish with my life as I used to be. I have to think about Nerina.”
“I know,” Enzo nodded, brushing his fingers against the nape of my neck. A pleasurable shudder rippled down my spine at his touch. “Do you ever think about giving it all up, about having a different life?”
“What do you mean?”
He sighed. I waited, wanting to know where his mind was taking him.
“If you could walk away from what we do, would you?”
I turned my frowning face up to look at him.
Was this just a coincidence, or could he somehow hear my deepest secrets?
I’d never thought about leaving the mafia.
It had saved my life in so many ways. That was until I had Neri.
The moment I held her little body in my arms, wrapped in a bundle of blankets, so fragile and innocent, I was overcome with guilt.
What had I done, bringing her into a world of crime and brutality?
And she was a girl. There would always be a risk to her life, no matter how hard I protected her.
That day, the day she was born, was the first time I truly thought about leaving.
About wishing for a different life. But there was no way out.
Enzo and I both knew it. He’d been trapped in it more than anyone.
Once you were part of the mafia, especially in powerful positions like ours, there was only one way out: in a body bag.
You made far too many enemies to ever be safe on your own.
“What are you talking about, Enzo? You’re a mafia boss. I’m the consigliere to the mafia king. There’s no way out.”
“But let’s say there was. Would you want to? Would you start a normal life with Nerina and me, somewhere we could be happy?”
“Why are you saying this?” I rested my head back on his chest. I didn’t see the point of this conversation. I needed a solution to the fact that my life was in the South and his in the North, not fantasies.
“Do you remember the dream I had? The beach house? I still think of it.”
I tensed, a wave of anguish rushing through me at the memory. I remember believing, the night he told me about that dream, that it might one day come true. That we’d have a family of our own, live in a remote but beautiful place, and have a normal life together. Then reality hit.
“It’s an impossible dream.”
“Who says?” Enzo sat up, twisting to look down at me. “I’m serious, Finn.”
I sat up too, scrubbing my hand across my face. “What are you saying? You want to leave the mafia? You’re a fucking Don, Enzo. A childless one, I should add.”
“I’ve always wanted out. I was born into a life that wasn’t for me, and I’ve never stopped wanting a different one,” he said, staring into my eyes. I froze. Deep down, I’d always known that about him, but this was the first time he’d said it aloud.
Some mafia heirs were born; others were made.
Enzo didn’t really fit either. He’d had to learn to be the version of himself everyone expected him to be.
His father. His men. Other mafia families.
He’d always been living for others, never for himself.
But something had shifted in him over the past few weeks.
I’d seen it. He was fighting for what he wanted.
He grabbed my hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing my wrist. My heart nearly burst at how tender he could be. But that was the real Enzo, the one he had hidden beneath the cold, hard shell of brutality. And it wanted to break free.
“You’re not saying anything,” he whispered, his eyes full of worry. I swallowed. He was right. I wasn’t sure what to say.
My life had never been normal or safe. I wasn’t born into the mafia, but I never really had a choice.
It was either join the Barbieri ranks or stay in Grim’s merciless clutches.
I worked damn hard to make something of myself.
I had no idea whether I was even capable of living outside the mafia. What would that even look like?
The image of me, Enzo and Nerina on a peaceful beach, laughing and playing, kept coming back to me.
I wanted that. I wanted to be a family. For Neri to grow up happy and safe.
To shield her from the evil in the world.
To wake up every morning with Enzo next to me, his sleepy smile and floppy blonde hair to be the first things I saw.
I started shaking my head. “It’s a dream, Enzo. A beautiful, untouchable dream.”
“Some dreams can come true.”
“Not that one.” I stood up, brushing the grass from my jeans, grabbed my hat, and pulled it back on.
Enzo stood too, staring at me with that haunted look of disappointment I couldn’t bear.
“If we ran away, we’d never be safe. We’ve made too many enemies over the years to know that without the security of Mala Del Brenta, people would come for us.
I could never risk Nerina’s life like that, and I couldn’t leave Alessio.
He needs me. I made an oath to always be by his side, and I never intend to break it. ”
“Alessio?” Enzo scoffed. “He’s a grown man with his own family, Finn. He has an heir to take over later, and we both know Fabi could be his consigliere. Don’t you think he’d want you to be happy?”
“Look where we fucking are and what we’re about to do, Enzo.
Facing the New York Don and consigliere to blackmail them into calling a truce or die trying.
I’m here because I have to be. If we don’t succeed, you know what happens next.
Full-blown war. So this is our hand. We can’t fail, or everyone I fucking love is at risk.
There’s no escaping this life; there’s only surviving it. ”
He stared at me, strangely calm and pensive, then took a step closer. “Let’s pretend for a second that it didn’t matter. If it were possible and we were safe? If I could promise we would give Nerina a better life away from the violence, would you want that with me?”
I shook my head because he had lost the plot. His hands cradled my face, forcing me to stay still, and he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Tell me.”
His aqua eyes melted away the last of my excuses, because all I saw was him and the future he was painting. And it hurt. It hurt so much because I wanted it.
“Yes. Of course I would.”
He smiled and kissed me. “Then one day, I’ll make it true.”