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Lina

The dim light of the mirror flickered, casting a ghostly glow over my reflection. I stood in Adrian’s penthouse bathroom, the sleek marble surfaces and dark wood fixtures muddied by my makeup. Adrian was going to be pissed when he saw it.

A smirk curled on my lips in the mirror. Petty? Perhaps.

The sound of the tap running was loud in the quiet bathroom, but it barely masked the thoughts that kept playing over and over in my mind— the images. Of him, his tattooed arms holding him over her. Bianca fucking Salvatore. The Mafia’s favorite whore. Okay, that was probably a bit mean, but she was definitely Adrian’s favorite whore.

My lips wobbled a bit, and I sniffed, staring up at the ceiling. I would not fucking cry. I’d just spent two hours on this makeup. I was not going to cry about it—but I could hear the smack of their hips in my head. I could see him driving his cock into her.

I brushed a line of crimson lipstick across my lips, my movements precise and deliberate. Each stroke, every breath, was a reminder of the control I once had and how swiftly he had stripped it from me.

The ache was sharp, relentless. Even now, with the sting of betrayal fresh in my veins, my body betrayed me. The memory of Adrian—his sweat-soaked skin, his guttural moans—made my skin flush and my pulse quicken. Yet, there was more than anger. There was something darker, something colder beneath the surface.

I set the lipstick down, letting my fingers trail down the smooth curve of my neck. The dress clung to me—sleek, black… short enough that my father would’ve murdered me if he saw it. Adrian was going to fucking freak out. He liked to make Dad out to be controlling, but it was nothing on him. A smile lingered on my lips, memories of him looking after me while Dad was on his business trips. He doted on me, and I even had my own room here.

My smile turned to a frown. Why couldn’t he see we were perfect for each other?! Why the fuck was he with her again! The ache shifted into fury, and with every beat of my heart, I promised myself that tonight, no one was going to accuse me of being a little girl. Let’s see what Adrian thought of that .

I slipped into the heels, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the marble floors as I moved through his home with ease. His bedroom was right next to mine, the open door a reminder of how grumpy he’d been when I barged in. I honestly hadn’t thought twice, I just needed help with something in the kitchen. He was normally okay with my midnight snacking—and okay, I could understand getting irritated about what I’d walked in on, but I mean, come on . What I saw hurt me a lot more than it hurt Bianca.

I missed the comfort of not having to worry about any other woman in his apartment.

Sighing, I left the apartment, closed the front door, and sauntering over to the driver waiting for me downstairs. The club was just a few minutes away, but Dad was so overprotective. I rolled my eyes. Ridiculous, really.

***

When I finally stepped into the underground club, the air shimmered with anticipation. The low hum of conversation and the occasional sharp laugh echoed through the dimly lit space, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere of power and chaos.

The bass pounded through my chest, each beat seductive and dark, loud enough to cover the sound of the fights, and the crowds cheering them on. His bouncers knew me, I didn’t get carded, and they opened up the path so that no one would bump into me as I walked toward the bar. I barely noticed, my mind stuck on last night. My jaw grew tight. Bianca Salvatore and her perky tits pressed against his chest, the sight of her nipples seared into my mind, fueling every step I took. I hated her.

I moved through the crowd, and the focus shifted from those around me to him. Adrian. My breath hitched as his gaze found mine easily, as though he had been waiting for me. He was the dark king of this twisted empire.

I wanted to be his queen, but I’d take him apologizing if that’s all I could get tonight. I wanted that so badly, I used to be able to taste it. It tasted like I imagined his kisses would, temptation personified.

Now, it was tainted with the memory of what he was doing last night.

Furious, I ignored him and those gorgeous green eyes of his. The sheer intensity of his eyes was enough to weaken my knees. He was gorgeous. Lethal. Mine . Why couldn’t he just see that?

He will, I told myself, lips curving into a smile. I’d make him see that tonight. Adrian was going to regret ever touching her. I would make sure of that.

The air was thick—humid, pulsating with the beat of a thousand hearts. The scent of whiskey and sweat wafted through the crowd, mingling with the intoxicating allure of danger.

The crowd was a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music, all eyes either indifferent or searching for their next conquest. Tonight, I was just another girl looking for a good time. That’s all I wanted them to see.

My gaze swept the room until I found him. Enzo. A fighter. Tall, lean, and with an edge of arrogance that made him perfect for what I wanted. Enzo, with his smug grin and confident air, was the perfect pawn.

I moved closer to him, the weight of the crowd easing as we made our way toward a quieter corner of the club. Enzo’s eyes never left mine, his cocky smirk steady, though there was something simmering beneath it—a flicker of doubt, a flicker of anticipation.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he purred, leaning toward me as I slipped into the booth beside him. Always such a flirt. Normally I’d ignore it, my attention on Adrian. Adrian with his eyebrow piercing and his dark hair falling over his eyebrows. Adrian, who was older, his muscles matured from all that time he’d spent in the ring, and his body started to soften slightly from age.

Enzo was going to be fucking ecstatic when I played along, but it was going to be so difficult when all I ever wanted was on the other side of the club.

“I saw your win the other night,” I said softly, my voice a gentle tease. “Very impressive.”

Enzo’s eyebrows lifted slightly. His ego was inflating just enough to keep him interested. “You noticed?”

I smiled, the expression a slow, deliberate curl of my lips. “Of course. How could I not? You know I like a good fight.” Not a lie, at least. A little blood shouldn’t have made my body tingle, but what could I say? I was my father’s daughter.

His smirk deepened, but his eyes flickered, subtly searching for my angle. He wasn’t used to compliments that came without strings attached. “You know what it’s like,” he shrugged. “Adrian’s been working me a little harder. He needs his men in top shape.”

Oh, don’t I know it. There’d never been anything hotter than gawking at Adrian in a pair of sweatpants, shirtless and sweating while he made the fighters work for his approval. I’d always wondered if he was the same in bed if he’d be the same with me, making me sweat until we got it just right.

A flash of Bianca’s pussy, dripping from his cum made me want to scream. I bit it back, a teasing grin on my mouth to hide the anger. “Adrian hardly has to push you,” I laughed. “You’ve always been so hard-working,” I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

Enzo leaned in slightly, his breath brushing my cheek as his voice lowered. “And what else do you like?”

I allowed a soft laugh to escape, the sound light and teasing. “Confidence is always attractive, but what really gets me is someone who knows when to take a risk.”

“And do you like risks, Lina?” he asked, his voice a murmur, full of curiosity.

“I thrive on them,” I said, my tone smooth, seductive. “Especially when I know I’m in control.”

Enzo’s lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as he absorbed the weight of my words. His eyes darkened, the layers of his facade peeling away. He was used to being the one in control, but I was dismantling him piece by piece. I could practically feel him in the palm of my hands. So easy to crush. Adrian would never let me get away with taking control… not in my head, at least.

“I can see that,” he whispered, his voice a low hum of desire. “You don’t play games lightly.”

“No,” I responded softly, leaning in just a fraction more. “I play to win.”

His eyes dipped to my lips for a fleeting moment before returning to meet my eyes. There was a flash of temptation, a battle fought between restraint and indulgence. But I had him on a leash, every word carefully chosen, every touch calculated.

“And tonight?” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “What’s the game?”

I stepped back, the slightest distance between us, a tease more potent than any touch. “Tonight?” I repeated softly, the smile lingering on my lips. “I’m just looking for some fun. You look like you’d be a good time. Will you?”

“I could make you forget your name,” Enzo murmured, startling a laugh out of me. Somehow, I doubted that. His smirk faltered for a second, his mind racing as he tried to regain control. But the uncertainty was there, shadowing his confident demeanor. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Being in control? Every second,” I admitted, my voice silky. “Do you like having a woman in control, Enzo?”

Enzo’s breath hitched once again, his cocky facade slipping further. He was playing by my rules now, each moment feeding into the tension between us. His cocky grin was fading, replaced by something more primal, more hungry.

“I’m not used to losing control,” he admitted, his voice rough with the edge of desire.

I let out a soft laugh, my eyes gleaming with amusement. “Don’t worry, Enzo. I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

The line between control and surrender blurred, the air thick with the tension of what was to come. Enzo’s smirk returned, sharper now, but his darkened eyes told a different story—one where the chase had already begun.

“I think I’ll enjoy this more than you expect,” he whispered, his voice promising as he leaned to brush his lips against mine.

Pulling away, I dragged my eyes across his body. “We’ll see.” I turned to walk away, only glancing back with an arched brow and a, “Coming?”

“I plan to,” he answered, his eyes locked on my legs.

Good.

Enzo exhaled sharply, a shiver running through him, but he followed without hesitation. Such a good little soldier.

When we reached Adrian’s office, the tension was almost palpable. I pushed the door open, revealing the space—my favorite space and a stark contrast to the chaos of the club outside. Enzo hesitated, his confidence wavering just slightly. His eyes scanned the room. “Are you sure we should be in here?”

“Please, Adrian hardly even comes in during the fights,” I scoffed, grabbing him by the collar and kicking the door closed behind us. “Now, where were we?” I purred, pushing him against Adrian’s desk. I’d lost count of how many times I’d pictured myself on it, Adrian thrusting between my thighs.

Enzo’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his pulse hammering beneath my fingers. I watched him carefully, savoring the shift in control. The cocky smirk had faded, replaced by something raw—something far more vulnerable. I let my hand glide lower, feeling the firmness of him beneath the fabric, my fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.

“Impressive,” I whispered, my voice a soft tease. I allowed my lips to curve into a slow smile. “Big, too,” I added, watching the way his body tensed beneath my touch.

He exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the edge of Adrian’s desk as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. His breath was shallow and uneven. His eyes fluttered, looking down, then flicking up to meet my stare—searching for control, for a way to regain it.

I leaned in closer, my breath grazing the skin of his neck. “I wonder,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry, “how much of this you can handle.”

“Anything you give me,” he answered honestly, breathlessly, as I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to reveal his ruddy cock. He was hard, the tip already wet with his precum.

“Promises, promises,” I murmured, curiously swiping my finger across his slit. His hips jerked, cock slipping away. I couldn’t help but pout, last night’s lie repeating in my mind. I hadn’t seen anyone else’s dick. Just Adrian’s… and now Enzo’s.

Getting onto my knees, I made space between his thighs, meeting Enzo’s heated stare as I leaned forward.

Slowly, my tongue traced the head of him, teasing him. Enzo’s breath hitched, a quiet groan slipping past his lips. His body reacted instantly, betraying the facade of confidence he had once worn so effortlessly. I sucked him in, my nose wrinkling at the taste. Salty… sour. Not my favorite, but I could do it for just a bit longer.

Enzo’s hand reached out to grasp my hair. “Swallow me deeper,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I pulled away, shaking my head. “I’m in control,” I teased, sucking on him again as curses spewed from his lips—but just as the tension reached its peak, the door slammed open, shattering the moment.

Adrian.

“What. The. Fuck. Are. You Doing?” He gritted out, his eyes nearly black from anger. I arched a brow, and his jaw clenched tightly, his fists trembling at his sides.

Enzo jolted, his face growing white in my periphery. “Boss! I-I… she... We didn’t think you’d come-”

I hardly paid attention to his stammering, but Adrian’s eyes flicked from me to Enzo, his face forming a sneer as he focused on my hand, the dick in my palms, the precum on my lips. The flash of realization made satisfaction flicker through me—until he pulled out his gun and shot the wall behind Enzo.