Chapter 11: Lorenzo Calabria

Lorenzo Calabria

I quietly slip through the door that connects our rooms. She’s asleep, curled up under the covers. I gently brush a few stray strands of hair from her face.

Despite everything, she remains strong and beautiful, just like the first time I saw her.

She’s got her own demons, and judging by her apartment, she’s better off here.

I want to make her mine, to mark her with my mouth on her neck, her lips, her tight little pussy. I want my cum to drip down her thighs and out of her mouth.

But she has to want it too. I’m not a rapist, I despise it, even if my brothers don’t share my views. I don’t need to force girls to have sex with me, plenty beg for it.

But this girl, Belle, she doesn’t deserve to be hurt. She’s a mystery. The stunt she pulled today was a shock.

I press my lips to her forehead, feeling her stir beneath me. But she doesn’t wake. Her face scrunches up and she starts to whimper, grabbing onto me in her sleep.

I look at her hand resting on my arm and feel her relax, mumbling something. I slide into bed next to her, just laying there, watching her sleep.

“Mine, ~bambina~,” I whisper. She rolls into me, nuzzling her head in my chest. I’m not a cuddler, I don’t know how to do this, to be with her.

“Hmm... Enzo...” she murmurs. My body tenses, thinking she’s caught me, but when I look down, she’s still asleep. She said my name in her sleep? She’s dreaming about me? I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. What kind of dream? A sex dream? Does she want me like I want her? I’m a mafia boss, I don’t do love or relationships. I’m cruel and vicious and I don’t need anyone.

So why am I so drawn to Belle?

I carefully detach her from me, making sure she’s covered with the sheets, and I leave for my office. I lean back in my chair with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Bit early for drinking?” Luca muses, taking a seat in front of me.

“It's never too early for drinking,” I reply, going over past reports. Fucking Moretti raided three of our drop locations. I’ve got a fucking mole and family are the only ones I trust. Staff are not allowed out of the house, so they can’t be the ones leaking it. It’s one of my men, one of the thirty I disclose drop points with.

Alfonso Moretti. Brother of Christian Moretti, a dead mob boss in New York.

He used to be my family's rival, my father was striking up Christian, back when he was alive, betrothing Christian's daughter to me. Thank fucking God they're both dead.

I’m not being forced to marry some entitled bitch. After Christian's death, Alfonso took over, determined to control all of New York and take control from me.

He’s not going to take my fucking city. Over my dead fucking body.

“Maybe it's time to sit down with Moretti. I mean, we were going to become allies once, we could do it aga-”

“No,” I refuse, slamming my glass on the table.

“One, there's no longer any deal that could secure our families alliance. And two, he's too power hungry. The Morettis have control over a lot of the city, but we have more. He'll keep taking and taking until he has all of it. We're at war.”

“Keep talking like that and Rafael will start with the fucking snipers on the roof again. Shooting Moretti is still a shit idea. The bulletproof windows he's got around his complex, the number of bodyguards around him and the fact he takes three cars every time he goes out.”

“I know,” I sigh deeply, inhaling the smoke from my cigarette and blowing it out. “Then again, it's not... impossible.” I place the cigarette in the ashtray. “Just figure out who the mole is, and make him fucking suffer.” Luca nods to me and heads out.

As lunch rolls around, Gia serves me my food in my office and I roll my eyes at her desperate advances. She leans on the corner of my desk and puffs her chest out.

“You wanted something?” I ask, my tone laced with annoyance.

“Did you want something? From me?” she asks seductively, biting her lip.

“No,” I grunt. “You could get Belle in here, but other than that, I don't think so.” Her jaw drops a little but she recovers quickly, standing upright and huffing to herself. She hurries out and I chuckle, thinking of Belle. Would Gia actually get her? I was joking but I do miss Belle serving my meals.

She gets a little nervous any time I touch her, even though she comes in with lots of confidence. She wants me. I can tell. She hates that she does too.

I would if I were in her shoes. But I'm not. And I want her. She's going to be mine.

Soon enough, Belle knocks on my door. I tell her to “come in” and see her luminescent blue eyes glow as she enters, a small smile gracing her lips in a polite sweet way.

“You wanted to see me?” I gesture for her to come over to me and I grab her, pulling her into my lap. I grip her ass in my hands, tugging her closer to me. Fuck do I love her ass. It's so fucking perfect. She stares right into my eyes, biting her lower lip in anxiety rather than seduction. But she tempts me anyway. How does she fucking do this?

“I did want to see you,” I whisper into her ear, squeezing her round ass tightly. She squeals, her hands falling onto my shoulders in shock and her back also arches into me, giving me a good view of her cleavage. I can see the lacy outline of the bras I bought her and I want to rip them off her right now. While her neck is bare to me, I latch onto it, sucking which makes her arch into me even more.

I make sure to suck hard enough that I leave my mark, hickeys plastered all over her neck. Her little whimpers and suppressed moans make me chuckle against her skin.

“Enzo,” she whispers, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. I give her a playful smack on the butt for using my name. I can’t help but suppress a smile at her pout.

“Looking for more punishment?” I ask, my eyebrows raised in a playful challenge. She shakes her head quickly, and I gently grasp her jaw. “Then be good. Remember the rules.”

“Yes... sir,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but let a small smile escape.

“I like master better.” Her eyebrows knit together and she pouts those full, pink lips. “But sir will do for now.” I know she’ll fully submit to me soon, eager to please and pleasure me.

She climbs off me, which I allow, and straightens her clothes. I’ve stopped dressing her in uniforms, but she still only wears dresses and skirts.

When I touch her, I want to feel her bare skin against my hands. She’s chosen a blue skater skirt and a white shirt. I had some buttons removed from the top, so she has to wear it as is.

But now, thinking about the other guys in the house, I grab my workout hoodie from my office and pull it over her.

She looks at me, confused, but I can tell she’s thankful for the warmth and coverage of my hoodie. And I have to admit, I like seeing her in my clothes.

I don’t usually let girls wear my clothes, or sleep in my bed, or cuddle with me. I’m a ruthless bastard, and the girls I sleep with know that.

But this girl, she makes me want to be a little less harsh. But I will have my way with her.

As night falls, I pour another drink, nearly finishing the bottle I started this morning.

Ranger, my most trusted man who isn’t one of my brothers, is tasked with watching Belle, solving this mystery for me.

He’s also looking for any reason to punish her, but I’m starting to think he actually likes her.

Ranger has been less... stoic lately. She’s affecting him, and I know he talks to her more than anyone else in this house, except for me.

He told me he found her having a panic attack in the kitchen early in the morning, and that she had ~over~-cleaned the kitchen out of anxiety. What does that even mean?

I hate to admit it, but I’m worried. I haven’t seen her cry once. She barely shows any fear, it’s more like anxiety when I’m near her, touching her.

But she has nightmares, I’ve seen them. She gets panic attacks and she already has coping mechanisms, which means she must get them often.

What could have happened to make this fearless girl so tormented?