Chapter 25 Enzo
“Do not kill yourself on that heinous contraption,” Rafael scolds as he steps out of his black McClaren.
“Where are you coming from?” I question, completely ignoring his comment. My interest peaks due to the unusual fact he’s covered in coagulated blood and he didn’t invite me to the slaughter party.
“Just had a little chat with a member who seemed to think he didn’t owe our Angel her dues.” He steps up to where I’m wiping down the shimmering black frame of my Ducati, gliding his pointer finger along the gas tank, leaving a streak where I just cleaned.
“You fucker,” I hiss, scrambling to remove his greasy finger mark from my baby. “Speaking of owing dues. Did you find out from where or whom Little Doc got all those scars?”
“She said she was kidnapped as a child, held hostage.”
“And…”
“And she doesn’t remember names or faces. Says they are all a blur now.”
“I call bullshit.”
Raf leans back against my vintage Mustang and for the sake of this conversation, I decide to leave it. “On which part?”
“All of it.” I fling the microfiber towel over my shoulder and cross my arms. “I wonder if I asked her again if I’ll get the same story.”
My brother scoffs as if what I said was funny. “What?”
“Enzo, I highly doubt if you ask her, she will be willing to tell you anything.”
This fucker thinks she won’t open up to me?
I can be receptive to sensitive topics, I can make her feel safe.
I’m the one who goes around cleaning up his messes.
The fucker leaves women in shambles when he’s done with them.
Emotional and physical crumbles, crying on the floor.
He’s ruthless, too afraid to get close. I don’t blame him.
Of the two of us, he can afford least of all to bring an innocent woman into our world.
For one, the man’s arranged to marry Natasha Baldwin whenever the pussy Al calls and two, if anyone wanted to target the Alessi name, they would take out the woman who would carry on our line or who means something to Rafael. He’s the next Don after all.
Actually? Hold the fucking phone. How the hell did he get her to open up?
“Can’t be that hard, right?”
“Enzo, you’ve always been good at getting women to open their legs. Their hearts require…vulnerability.” He lifts off the Mustang and begins walking toward me with a cocky fucking grin on his face. Like he’s one up’d me.
“I can be vulnerable.”
His brow quirks.
“I can!”
Rafael has another thing coming if he thinks I can’t show my soft side. I choose not to for a reason. A reason he and I agreed upon. No weaknesses.
“What did you tell her? To get her to talk.”
Raf’s cocky ass grin falls. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, something good then.” I reciprocate his smirk, knowing based on his tone he gave her a piece of himself no one has seen before.
He makes to leave, but there’s one more thing I need to know before he ends this conversation.
“Is she becoming a weakness, Fratello?” I mock because at the end of the day, that’s the consequence for his vulnerability.
She will infect him. I may be the player between us, taking home and fucking anyone I want, but I’ve always kept my guard up… until last night.
If Rafael falls, he’s fucked. His loyalty is dangerous in the wrong hands, and there has never been a woman who has proven herself not only worthy of our loyalty, but strong enough to not be a weakness.
He even keeps Nova at a distance, treating her with the respect she deserves but nothing more.
“Where are you going?”
He flawlessly ignores my question as he walks toward the elevator, whipping out a handkerchief from inside his suit pocket and wiping the blood from in between his fingers.
I smirk cause I know as soon as the confession slips from my lips the answer to my question will be unintentionally answered. “The better question would be where are Little Doc and I going.”
Rafael halts in his tracks before slowly spinning on one heel. “You are not taking her on that motorized coffin, Enzo.”
Checkmate, fucker. I saunter toward him and clap him on the shoulder as I pass. “Last I checked, you weren’t my daddy.”
“Like you’d listen to him either, Fratellino.”
I ignore his quip and press the button for the elevator while simultaneously pressing his buttons.
“Enzo, I am not joking. Lucy will not ride on that thing with you. You’re careless with your own life, how could I expect you to care for hers?” Rafael slips in before the doors close and I chuckle.
“Rafael, please. I’d never let anything happen to her. Pinky promise.” I hold up my pinky, but he smacks it away.
“Do not kill the doctor, Enzo.”
The elevator dings and releases us onto the main floor. “Be careful, Fratello, your heart is showing.”
“I do not possess such an organ.”
“Fucking liar.”
And speaking of the devil, the brunette bombshell walks down the steps, and to my utter surprise, she’s twirling a fucking short blade, the vision my newest aphrodisiac.
“Well, well, well,” I say, stepping up to her.
My presence spooks her, her body jolting in shock, the blade clattering to the floor.
“Jesus,” she exclaims.
“Nah, baby, just his favorite fallen angel.” My feet stop on the second step, coming eye to eye with her on the fourth. “Whatcha’ doing with that knife? Coming to finally kill my least favorite brother?”
Her skin flushes pink before she bends to pick up the weapon lying between her feet. When she looks up at me, those wide brown eyes give me a vision of her taking my cock between her enchanting lips.
“I was practicing,” she whispers before she stands to her full height, which is fucking tiny by the way. Seriously, how did she survive in this world so fragile and meek? She pushes up her glasses with the pad of her finger like a cute little nerd. So fucking adorable.
“I can help.” I smirk and her blush deepens. On her porcelain skin, her blush mimics watercolor staining such pure perfection. But I’m not complaining—the creeping color is a confession, letting me know despite her defenses, she does in fact like me.
“I think I can manage.” The little spark of defiance in her snarky tone makes my dick twitch. Damn, I wanted to take her for a ride on my bike but if she continues to look at me like that, I’m going to take her for a ride on my tongue instead.
“I have a surprise for you.” I reach out and she hesitates before tentatively placing her hand inside.
“You…have a surprise for me? I don’t know if I should be excited or scared?”
“Oh, you should be both, baby.” I wink and watch as her head dips forward. “Wait…are you being shy?” She doesn’t answer, simply begins fiddling with the blade again. “Come on, Little Doc. I’ve fingered you with a knife and sucked on your pretty pus—”
She covers my mouth, the edge of the steel only millimeters from nicking my cheek. “Enzo! You can’t go around saying stuff like that.” Her gaze darts toward Rafael who stands at the bottom of the steps fucking around on his phone.
But I know my brother and the fact his hand is tucked into his pocket tells me he’s controlling his rage.
Probably clenching his fists in sequences of three to tame the beast who wants to pour out of him.
It’s not the details of our encounter but the fact I’m taking the thing he’s currently hyper fixating on for a ride on my bike.
If I kill her before he gets his fix, he’ll never survive it.
“Maybe next time we’ll play with you together?”
Her mouth parts and her face pales.
“Enzo. Enough,” Rafael chides.
Leading my pretty little date down the rest of the stairs, her size shrinks when we reach the same level again. “Where are we going?”
As we wait for the elevator, Rafael’s phone rings and he answers it, a curse leaving his mouth before he covers the speaker and points a finger at me. “Don’t kill her.” He storms off, good riddance.
The elevator opens and I press the button for the garage. “Enzo,” Lucy says tentatively, a bit of fear in her words. “Where are we going?”
“For a ride, love.”