Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Enzo
Matteo opens the door to his house, giving me a big smile like nothing is wrong. Like he didn’t try to rape my wife. Never have I felt this strong need to protect a woman before. But with Kira, I want to keep her safe. She frustrates me but she also challenges me and I love that.
And I’m not going to let her be a victim to this asshole. A friend I thought I could trust. Someone who betrayed me. I’m not going to stand for it.
“Enzo,” Matteo exclaims. “What are you doing here? You rarely come by.”
“That’s because you usually come to my club to talk. I thought, since we’re friends, it would be a good idea to spend some time together. Talk.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Talk?”
“Yes. Can’t friends talk with each other?”
“Of course they can but you’re usually not one to talk.”
“Well, I feel like talking now.” I brush past him as I walk inside. I’m not going to let Matteo stop me from doing this. He needs to face the consequences for what he did.
“So what’s going on?” he asks, slowly closing the door behind him. A quick look around the foyer of his house reveals the money he’s made… from me. He’s become a rich man and I let it happen and now this fucker thinks he gets to hurt my wife?
“I saw you looking at my wife.” I face him head on. I’m not the kind of man to hide.
Matteo huffs, crossing his arms. “When did I do that?”
“At my club. Earlier today. You looked at her.”
“I have eyes. It is what it is. I didn’t mean any offense.”
“But you did mean offense, Matteo. You tried to rape her.”
He blinks. “What are you talking about?”
“You tried to rape her. She told me everything.”
“And you believe her? We’ve been friends for years, Enzo. You’re just going to believe the word of a woman you’ve only known for a month?”
“I made a vow to marry Kira. I made a promise of peace. And you’re going to shit on that by trying to rape her?
Why would you do that?” I clench my hands into fists.
It’s taking everything I have not to kill him right in this moment.
Because he used to be my friend, I’m giving him the courtesy of responding to me.
“I didn’t try to rape her. Your wife is crazy. She tried flirting with me the first moment we met. She’s trouble. You know it. I know it. Your aunt keeps telling everyone how bad she is. She’s making up lies.”
I saw the way Kira flinched from me. The way she screamed when I touched her. She didn’t do that when I put my hand on her pussy. That was before Matteo tried anything with her. I know with my gut that she’s telling the truth.
“I know she isn’t,” I growl. “I know you are. So tell me, Matteo. What made you want to rape my wife? When we’re friends? When you know she’s off-limits.”
“She did confide in me, you know. She told me that you hadn’t fucked her. I thought that was strange. Why would you, a notorious playboy, not want to fuck your own wife?”
“I’m not a playboy. I’ve had my fair share of relationships in the past but I’m not a playboy.
Never have been. That’s been you, Matteo.
Not me. I know Kira is a virgin. She told me.
And I haven’t fucked her yet because I haven’t wanted to force her into bed with me.
I may not be a good man but I’m good enough to do that. But you? You tried to rape her.”
Matteo steps closer to me until we’re toe-to-toe. “I did no such thing.”
With a snarl, I punch him square in the face. Matteo stumbles back but he only rights himself and punches me in the face next. Then we’re in an all-out fight. My fists collide with his face and body and his fists do the same to me. We keep fighting and fighting until we both end up on the floor.
My shirt is ripped and my cheek feels puffy and I know my nose is bleeding. It’s probably broken but I don’t feel pain right now. All I’m focused on is hurting Matteo.
He needs to die.
I know, deep down, that if he dies, it will make my men more upset with me. Marco Amato already hates that I’m working with the Bratva. If I kill a Mafia man, he’s going to want me dead. He might even try to turn more of my men against me. Matteo can’t die.
But I can’t let him live either.
I surge forward and slam my body against his. We roll around on the floor, taking punches and kicks. Neither one of us backing down. We can’t stop.
“Are you actually going to kill me?”
“I am,” I snarl. “You tried to rape Kira, you fucking bastard.”
“She’s lying.”
“I know she’s not.”
Matteo punches me in the gut and I have no choice but to roll onto my back with a groan. He manages to get to his feet and pulls his gun out of his jacket pocket and aims it right at my head. “You want to do this? You want to go there? You will lose, Enzo.”
“You can’t kill me. Not when I have so much power.”
He hesitates, knowing I’m right. “You can’t kill me either. So we’re at a standstill. Now go. Leave my house.”
I get to my feet and pull my own gun out of my jacket.
“I could have shot you the moment I entered this house but I didn’t.
Because I wanted to hear what you had to say.
I wanted you to look me in my eyes. I wanted to hear the lies from your mouth.
So I know I can’t trust you. We are done, Matteo.
You no longer work for me. You’ll no longer receive any of the benefits of my business.
This is better than me killing you. This way, you have to suffer.
” I walk backwards out of his house so he can’t shoot me in the fucking back.
I drive home in a frenzy. Blood covers my hands and face.
When I storm into my house, I know what I need: Kira.
I find her on our bed, reading a book. I honestly didn’t know she had any interest in reading. There’s still so much I have to learn about her.
She startles when she sees me. “Enzo? What happened?”
“I sent a message to Matteo. He won’t hurt you again.”
“Is he dead?”
Without a word, I go over to her. Kira looks up at me with wide, vulnerable eyes that makes my cold fucking heart melt. I rip the book out of her hands.
She gasps. “Enzo?”
“I need you.” I grab her hips and draw her to the edge of the bed. Unlike earlier today, Kira doesn’t scream. She doesn’t flinch away from my touch.
I kneel on the ground and grab the edge of her pajama bottoms. In one quick motion, I pull them down, along with her underwear. “I’ve wanted to see what your pussy looks like for the past month now.”
“What about what happened? Don’t you see me any differently?”
“Not at all. You are mine, Kira.” My hands grip her thighs. The blood on them stains her porcelain skin but she doesn’t complain. Instead, when I look at her bare pussy, I can see the moisture on her inner thighs. She wants this just as much as I need it.
I place my face between her thighs and inhale her scent deeply. She gasps as her hips arch into my face.
“Enzo,” she exhales when I place my lips right on her nub. Her swollen little clit needs my attention and I’m glad to give it to her. I roll it around my mouth, over and over and over again. Every time I do, she arches her body closer to mine.
Kira lays back on the bed, pure pleasure on her face. She’s never known the pleasure a man can give her. I was mistaken in thinking she had a lot of experience but I’ve always sensed the innocence in her. She needs me.
I let out a low growl as I lick her slit.
My tongue finds her entrance and I slip it inside.
The moans that escape Kira’s mouth is like nothing I’ve ever heard before.
I’ve pleasured my fair share of women in the past but it’s different with Kira.
Hearing her moans turns me on like nothing has. Because she’s all mine and only mine.
I want to fuck her but I hold back. After what Matteo tried to do to her, she might not be ready. But I’ll get her ready for the future. I’ll get her ready for me.
Her hips buck and arch into my face as I grip her thighs tighter. She needs to find her release and I’m glad I’m the one that will give it to her.
My tongue finds her clit again. It’s swollen and puffy. Kira’s moans turn into cries, almost like she’s in pain but I know it’s mixed with pleasure. I will give that to her.
“Come for me,” I growl against her inner thigh. “Come for me now, Kira.”
With a gasp, her hips buck into my face once more before she finds her release. The pleasure on her face makes me rock fucking hard.
I stand up and stare down at her, breathing heavy. My shirt is soaked with my blood and Matteo’s. My hands are stained with it. But Kira looks up at me like she’s looking at a god. Not a monster.
“Why did you do that?” she breathes out.
“Because I needed you to know that you’re mine. That’s it.”
Her eyes flick to my waist. “Are you… Do you need me to touch you?”
My cock twitches at the idea. “Only if you want to.”
“You’re giving me the choice?”
“Yes.”
She sits up and her hands touch my belt.
With a determined expression, she shoves my pants and underwear down, exposing my hard cock.
Her eyes are glued to mine as she wraps her hand around my length.
I let out a hiss of pleasure. I never wanted to show Kira this vulnerable side to me before but everything has changed. With Matteo. With me.
It’s obvious she’s never done this before. If I had any doubt about Kira telling me she lacked experienced, I don’t any longer. But she’s a fast learner and it doesn’t take long for her strokes to become powerful. I won’t last long.
Neither one of us says a word as she strokes me. I’m getting closer and closer…
When she leans forward and plants a kiss to my cock. That does it for me.
I grab a tissue from the side table and cum into it. Kira watches me with rapt fascination.
“I’ve never seen you let go like this,” she comments.
“I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“I guess,” she murmurs. “But you’ve never been like this with me. This… frenzied.”
“Matteo got under my skin,” I say as I slip my pants back into place. “But I sent him a message. He won’t come for you again. He’s no longer going to work for me. I promise you that.”
“But he’s still alive.”
“I wasn’t able to kill him. It would cause too many problems. But as long as he leaves you alone and he faces the consequences of his actions, that will have to do. He won’t be making millions off of me. That I can give you.”
And before I can even think about it, I cup Kira’s face and she leans into my touch.