Chapter 4 – Enzo
ENZO
I’ve been scrolling through the security footage from last night for hours while piecing together information on the lovely Miss Drakos.
Something happened between us last night when our eyes locked.
I could sense her arousal as she watched me get Haley off in the glass room.
It was something more than sexual tension.
Her eyes drew me in and held me captive.
Haley’s partner and Dom, Patrick, likes to watch her get off with someone else.
He’s a voyeur, and she loves pleasing him.
The only rule Patrick has is she can never fuck another partner, but she may come by any other means.
This plan works perfectly for me. I get to exercise my demons by administering her punishments, and once she’s gotten off, I hand her back to her Dom. It’s the perfect arrangement.
No emotions. No entanglements.
Afterward, I find myself a willing sub among the crowd to suck me off or fuck for the night. It’s perfect.
I had planned to make Miss Drakos my sub of choice to indulge myself with for the evening.
I could see the way her body was reacting to what she was witnessing.
But she didn’t just watch it. She craved it.
Craved what I could do to her. The combination of pleasure and pain.
It was like a tether between us. So strong.
When I went looking for her, she was gone.
I spent the rest of the night combing through footage in the security room.
Paying close attention to every little nuance of her body as she took in the action around her.
Althea likes to watch, but according to her membership forms, she loves to participate more.
But not on stage. And never where anyone else will see her reactions.
Those will only be for me.
She’s into pain and pleasure of all sorts. Checks every single one of my boxes, literally and figuratively.
The beauty of my job is that I can access any camera at any time.
Especially the small hidden ones no one else knows exist. Even if I didn’t have access, I would be able to get into them.
It’s my other talent that the family relies on periodically.
Hacking into places we don’t belong but need to access from time to time.
Although it’s Angelo who truly has the gift of understanding technology.
I’m no slouch, but the kid can do shit I never thought possible.
From the entrance of the club to the streets of the city, I can find anyone anywhere.
I can even track them across the seas if I have enough information.
Angelo can tell you how many breaths they’ve taken in the last minute by hacking into their watch.
It truly is remarkable, though I’d never tell him I was impressed. His ego is big enough.
I only needed basic information for now so I did what I do best, and I found Miss Drakos and then I followed her every move. Does that make me a stalker? Maybe. Do I give a flying fuck? Not a single one.
Every room in The Mansion is fitted with cameras and microphones.
It’s for the safety of the members. We don’t turn the cameras on in private areas or the locker rooms, only the sound.
It’s how we know if things get out of hand, or if someone’s safe word is not being respected.
It allows us the time to intervene if necessary.
I, however, can access anything I damn well please, and no one will say shit because they won’t know. Perks of being head of security.
And a nosy fucking bastard.
I watch the footage of Althea from the moment she arrived in her cobalt blue jeep until she left at the end of her night. Her transformation from the bold businesswoman attire to the mysterious vixen has my mouth watering.
On another screen, I capture her license plate and run it through the system for tickets or insurance issues. I found nothing of interest, but if I had, I would’ve taken care of it. She’s going to be mine, which makes everything about her my business. My responsibility.
It was easy to find her driver’s license and her medical records in the database. She’s been relatively healthy with no major incidents outside of a broken arm when she was a little girl. At least, nothing on the public files anyway.
No known allergies. No daily medications.
Reading through her doctor’s notes, I find her annual PAP smear came back normal, and she’s not due for a mammogram although there’s a suggestion for her to do routine monthly checks and keep her doctor updated if she discovers anything.
I make a mental note to add that to my list of responsibilities as well.
Her health and safety will be my top priorities as her man.
Client referred to family planning clinic to discuss birth control options.
I quickly flip through the rest of the notes and find my way to the clinician’s reports. It appears either she didn’t go to the appointment, or maybe she’s not taking anything to prevent getting pregnant.
Maybe she went somewhere else. Maybe the doctor gave her the creeps.
The scenario has me on alert. If the doctor made Althea feel uncomfortable, I’ll be paying the fucker a visit.
But the idea is short-lived when I find out she canceled the appointment and moved to a local doctor closer to her school.
There are no other records of birth control pills or any other type of contraceptive.
That knowledge sparks an interesting thought.
I wonder what she would look like with a round belly, carrying my child.
Slow down, Enzo. She’s going to need time to accept that she’s mine first. Then I can broach the childbearing conversation.
Or just impregnate her first and forget the conversation.
Hmm, now there’s a thought. A child would be one way to bind her to me. Whether she wants me or not. Though I would much rather have a willing partnership.
Jesus, am I really considering keeping this woman? I don’t even know her.
I shake the thought, not willing to examine it any further for the moment.
Next, I come across Althea’s college transcripts.
She attended the University of Texas and graduated with honors and a Bachelor of Science degree in biology and an undergraduate certification in forensic science.
She’s even put in a recent application to the local precinct to become an intern in the forensics department.
I push her paperwork through to one of our connections at the precinct on payroll and get her approved for the job.
I’m not sure why she would want such an occupation, being the heir to Caspien Drakos’s fortune and the sole proprietor of two of her own casinos in the heart of Las Vegas.
She has no need of a regular job. Let alone one in law enforcement.
Unless of course, her father plans to use the job to help cover his crimes.
It could be useful to learn what their latest technology and methods are as they develop.
It would certainly make tainting evidence easier.
Of course, I never leave evidence, but you never know. Accidents happen.
Her having a job there would keep Caspien’s crime world one step ahead. If that’s their plan, I would have to say the man is a fucking genius. Having Althea working on the inside could be very beneficial.
We don’t have to worry about the cops here, but I don’t think we have anyone in forensics specifically. This could prove beneficial indeed.
We own a good portion of the police and the justice department in Texas. The Venatti name will never be convicted in a Texas courtroom. The only reason any of us has ever even spent a night in jail was because of Nonno.
Me, Naz, and Mauro all got shitfaced drunk when we were teenagers out at a bonfire on Tommy Newson’s farm.
Unfortunately, Tommy’s neighbor saw the flames and knew his parents weren’t home, so naturally he called 9-1-1.
We were all picked up for underage drunken disorderly charges, and since most of them were on Nonno’s payroll, they called him to determine our punishment.
We may not go to prison, but we will also never go unpunished if we step out of line and call the wrong kind of attention to the family.
We thought with our last name and knowing who our grandfather was, the cops would send us home, but Nonno wanted to teach us a lesson about embarrassing him in public.
“The Venatti name is one that is both feared and respected by all . If you cannot respect it, then you will fear it.” Those were Nonno’s words to us before granting permission for a couple of cops to put us through hell.
We slept in a cell overnight. The next morning, we were stripped down to our underwear and sprayed with a freezing cold fire hose to wake us up.
Then they ran us for miles. We were all throwing up and hungover as fuck, but Nonno made his point.
By evening we were all extremely apologetic and vowed never to embarrass our family name again.
And we never did. At least not anywhere we could get caught.
I spent all night digging to find everything I could on Althea Drakos.
Her address.
Her rituals.
Her credit card purchases.
Her favorite coffee spot. Which, apparently, she visits almost every morning.
I access the security cameras at A Cuppa Comfort and sift through their footage.
I don’t expect to find much, maybe her favorite food or beverage.
Perhaps a glimpse of her usual apparel, since I’m not convinced the power suit was a normal day’s outfit for her.
She seems more like the type to wear a cute shirt and form-fitting jeans than power suits.
I found footage of Althea three days in a row. That’s as far back as I allow myself to go.