Chapter 36 Enzo
When I told my stylist I wanted to look fucking bangin’ tonight…let’s say, he didn’t disappoint. I need to give him a bonus cause fuck me, I’m handsome as hell. The point being I wanted Lucy to bang me, fucking tear my clothes off and own my dick.
Too aggressive?
Nope, right up my fucking alley.
Lucy won’t be able to resist me in this get up.
Raf will be dressed in black, as always, and I wonder which ensemble Lucy will prefer?
Which will she want to rip off first, blue or black?
My votes for blue but damn, the way my twin kissed her last night…
I never was much of a voyeur but seeing the way Rafael can pull out her submissive side, how she fucking glows with his touch…
Fuck. Now I’m hard.
I snap the lapels and give my hair one more comb through with my fingers before going downstairs.
I practically skip down the steps happier than Pinocchio with a glory hole.
Even though I hate the color, or lack thereof, I can’t deny the little white number Lucy picked out is going to make my dick jump through hoops like a fucking trick pony.
My father stands at the bottom of the staircase, sipping on a drink and discussing something with his advisor. When I get to the bottom he grabs my arms, pulling me off course. “Enzo, you’ll be on your best behavior I trust?”
“Always am, Padre.” Jerking my arm away and gliding past him, I sidle up next to my brother.
The handsome devil, while not as handsome as me, stands stoic in his classic black tux, thin black tie against his crisp white button up.
His hands hide in their favorite spot and his jaw’s so tight I could bounce a quarter off it.
“What’s got your panties all bunched up?”
“We were notified half an hour ago Alexey and Ilya Romanova will be in attendance tonight.”
“Oh shit.”
“Exactly.”
Well, this snooze fest with a side of sexy doctor role play is now an intriguing, possibly fun, definitely bloody night.
I can’t wait to fuck with Ilya. Every time I’ve seen the motherfucker, the son, not the dad, he’s been a scrawny fuck.
I’ll give him height, he’s as tall as Raf and I at 6 ’4, but his muscle mass is lacking.
Can’t blame him though, he’s always had his little sister to fight his battles for him.
“You think Katya will be with him?”
Rafael glares at our father who whispers to Lorenzo, his right-hand man, with suspicion.
They walk off, headed toward the ballroom and my brother’s shoulders relax a fraction.
“I don’t like any part of this,” he says through gritted teeth.
“It’s odd, although they have been invited every year, this year they chose to accept. What is their objective?”
My overthinking brother completely disregarded my question about Kayta. It’s like she isn’t even a priority anymore. I don’t give a hoot’s fuck if Ilya or Alexey plan to blow the mansion to smithereens, all I care about is finding that damn bird.
What a stupid fucking name by the way. If I haven’t mentioned it before, who the hell labels themselves the White Owl. Oh, I’m so scared of a fat fucking bird.
Sorry. I got distracted.
Speaking of little white birds, I should probably apologize to Lucy. I snapped at her yesterday, and she didn’t deserve it. My emotions, yet again, got the best of me. But my tongue will get the best of her tonight.
Moving to block my brother’s view of whatever the fuck he’s zoned out on, I clasp his shoulder and give it a hard squeeze. “Rafael, the goal is to find Katya Romanova, right? She must be here if Ilya and Alexey plan to be.”
“Our goal tonight is to not cause a scene.”
“Welp, might as well blacklist me, Fratello.”
The butlers and hired waitresses come in, carrying trays with various assortments of hors d’oeuvres and glasses of champagne. I pop a fizzing glass off a tray and down it in one go.
The Alessi Christmas Eve Gala is the one party a year my father invites anyone and everyone in the underground world to.
Opportunities to network and make new alliances or fish out traitors and potential enemies.
It’s open not only to clients but to bosses from all around the country.
It’s opening day of hunting season for Rafael and me.
But the prey never on the table before are the Romanova boys.
“What if we took Ilya…held him captive, tortured him a bit. His sister would surely come for him and then when we take her.”
“You’ve tried that in the past, Enzo. She was two steps ahead and since they are coming into our territory, you know they will have a plan if anything goes south. Keep your cool. Patience, Fratellino.”
“You know I don’t have patience.”
“Find some,” Rafael growls, challenging me to rebel.
But then his detached gaze leaves mine, peering at something, or someone, over my shoulder.
I would bet my left nut it’s Lucy based on the little spark of adoration overtaking my snarly, cold brother.
He can deny his desire for her all he wants, but I know my twin better than I know the way a blade feels in my grip.
Turning toward our girl, I about cream my pants like a thirteen-year-old boy who got his first blow job when Little Doc comes down the steps in her shimmering white gown.
The skirt flares out at her hips and stops at her ankles, showing off a drop-dead sexy pair of red heels.
The long sleeves give her a mouthwatering innocence and the little dip between her breasts makes my dick hard.
“Twenty large I have that dress on my floor tonight.” I smack Rafael’s chest, neither of us able to tear our attention away from our woman striding down the steps with the confidence of a fucking queen.
“You can take the dress, I’ll take her” he whispers before clearing his throat and stepping forward to greet her at the bottom of the steps.
“Not what I meant, dick,” I grumble as I take two large steps to get even with him.
“Boys.” Lucy smirks, her glasses are off tonight and the deep brown, one slightly stained with green shines brighter without the lens blocking them. She’s like a brunette Harleen Quinzel with the glasses, you know, before she went batshit for the joker, but without them, she’s fucking radiant.
“Love the heels, baby.” I wink and she glances down, lifting one foot slightly, twisting it back and forth to show off the red bottoms.
“I couldn’t resist.” Her heels click against the flooring as she moves toward us. “Shall we get this party started?”
“There are some rules,” Rafael says, holding Lucy hostage with his stare.
“Of course there are,” I grumble as my eyes roll so far in the back of my head, I’m pretty sure I glimpse my optic nerves.
“You stay by my or Enzo’s side. You need to use the bathroom, one of us will accompany you.
You need to take a break or get some air, one of us will be with you.
You do not go anywhere alone. None of the men, except our men, know you’re our doctor, which means they may take liberties they shouldn’t. Understood?”
“Yes, Rafael. I understand.” The submissive tone and the way she bats those lashes has my dick throwing a rager in my pants…
and since I know Rafael’s kinks…I also know he’s about to lose his shit and skip this whole fucking thing, take her upstairs, and make her crawl to him.
If she would have whimpered “sir” he probably would have come right there in his slacks.
Sign me the fuck up. Forget Katya Romanova, I’ll take Lucy Sinclair tonight. Save the sneaky bird for another time.
Wait…
Get your head on straight, Enzo.
“One moment, Lucy.” My brother steps closer, both of us gazing at our woman. “In the spirit of Christmas, we both picked out something special.”
“I wanted to wrap our dicks in bows and let you unwrap them, but Raf vetoed the idea.”
She bursts with laughter as my brother pulls a small box from his jacket pocket and holds it out to her.
Her brows furrow in confusion and shock. “I—”
“Open it,” he encourages, and she tentatively takes it from him, lifting the velvet wrapped lid. A small light inside the box glows and her breathing stutters as she inhales sharply.
“Rafael.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
Fuck me in the ass, is my brother blushing?
Lucy pulls the pendant from the box, her fingers fiddling with the clasp before Raf takes it from her and steps behind her. The gold doe pendant hits at the perfect spot, in the little dip between her collar bones.
With the necklace locked in place, he sweeps her hair from her shoulder, whispering something in her ear.
A tear falls from the corner of her eye before she spins around and jumps into my brother’s arms, their lips colliding.
My idiota of a brother is stunned for a moment, but he finally wraps her in his embrace before kissing her back.
I clear my throat, interrupting their moment as I do best and present my own box.
Lucy wipes a tear from her cheek before taking mine. “It’s not as…delicate as Raf’s but just as rewarding.” I wink as she peels the lid open. When she pulls it out, her head tilts in question.
“For fuck’s sake, Enzo.” Raf gently takes the butt plug from Lucy’s grip and puts it back in the box.
“What is it? Is it some kind of weapon?”
Has the Little Doc never seen a butt plug? Surely she’s seen one or two in her professional career, hopefully none in her personal life so I can be the first to introduce her. Fuck, watching her tight ass take me for the first time, Jesus help me, how important is this gala?
“I will explain at another time, bellissima.” Raf glares at me as he motions for me to take her.
For her safety, she needs to remain off Rafael’s arm tonight.
In a room full of men seeking out our weaknesses, Lucy cannot appear to us as more than an acquaintance.
So as much as I want to stride in there, showing off my girl, I’ll have to keep it PG tonight.
But the little siren makes it fucking difficult when she links her arms through mine, tips up on her toes, and places a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for the gift." I’m a fucking goner.
Rafael walks beside me, straightening his lapels. His jaw tenses as we move toward the ballroom but all I want to know is how he had our girl fawning all over him with a few whispered words. “What did you say to her to make her practically maul you with her tongue?”
“A simple line of poetry.” He smirks.
“What poem?”
“The Fawn by Edna St. Vincent Millay”
Fucking Edna.