Page 23 of Taken By the Enforcer

I lean down, brush my lips across her forehead, inhaling her. “Always.”

Her eyes follow me as I go, a tether around my ribs.

“I’ll be back before you count too many sunsets.”

I can’t resist one more glance at the woman who’s captured my stony heart. She waves. The feelings in my heart reach my lips. I smile.

On the helipad, the rotor blades stir. My men file in, stone-faced, their silence the armor of soldiers who’ve seen too much. I nod to the pilot, climb aboard, leather groaning under my weight.

As the helicopter lifts, the island drops away—a jewel in a vast sea. I picture her standing on the balcony, kimono clutched tight, watching me disappear. It’s harder every day to leave her. Harder still not to bury myself inside her and never leave at all.

BecauseMadonna Santa Maria, it’s so fucking hard.

I want to fuck her into the mattress. Put her on her hands and knees, cushion her belly swollen with my baby, grip those hips, and take her from behind like the feral beast I am. Watch in the mirror as her full tits bounce and her gorgeous face twists with pleasure while she screams my name.

My cock thickens at the thought, stiffening against my trousers. I shift in the seat, jaw clenched. Every night holding her is torture. Feeling her warmth against me, her curves soft and yielding, her scent filling my lungs—she stirs a hunger I can barely leash.

I think back to that first night, taking her virginity.How tight her pussy was around my cock, how she gasped, clawed, clung. It’s burned into me. And it will never be enough.

But I’ve sworn a vow. I won’t touch her until she comes to me in need. Until she begs for me. Until she knows she’s mine because she chooses it, not because I forced it.

So every morning, I take care of it in the shower, pumping my cock until cum spills down the tile, grunting her name while she sleeps a few feet away.

This woman is going to be the end of me.

By the time we land in Catania, the heat is already climbing, the city alive with horns and shouts.

Black SUVs wait, engines purring. My men fan around me, invisible to the crowd but undeniable in their presence.

Marcello is already at Club Petali, lounging like a cat who knows he’s the most dangerous predator in the room. Faustino stands by the bar, sipping espresso.

We gather in the private office, walls padded in velvet, air heavy with the seriousness of the business handled within these walls.

Marcello leans back, eyes glinting. “Glad you made it, fratello. Time to see what the Bratva are selling.”

Faustino slides a black coffee my way. “Luca wants eyes on this. No commitments yet. You observe. Form your opinion. Report back.”

Marcello grins. “And maybe get your hands dirty. Always fun.”

I sip, listening.

“Luca has no interest in human trafficking,” Faustino reminds us, voice calm, factual. “Once he replaced your father as Boss, he began divesting from those… less savory involvements. Aside from a few high-end men’s clubs where the women work willingly—including this one—he sold the other establishments.”

Marcello shrugs. “Doesn’t mean others don’t see profit.”

“Our primary focus is arms,” Faustino continues. “We provide the largest assortment in the world, top-quality. From pistols to missiles. Clients seek us out. Revenue increased even after Luca stripped away the flesh trade.”

Marcello’s grin sharpens. “But the Bratva are making inroads. These new auctions—they supply the girls. We provide the club. Profits split. In our favor, naturally.”

“And you want us to witness one.” My voice is flat.

Marcello’s eyes gleam. “Exactly. If we let them run unchecked, they get bold. If we partner, they bow. Luca and Ludovico want an informed opinion. Flavio will weigh in. But this is an opportunity, fratello. An opportunity for us to prove we’re as powerful, as feared, as they are.”

I lean back, balancing the coffee cup on my knee, thinking of Paolina’s soft hand on my arm this morning. “Then let’s see what our enemies bring to the table.”

Marcello smiles like a wolf. Faustino nods once, calm as always.

The deal may decide how the Family moves againstthe Bratva. But in my chest, another truth beats louder: I’ll raze the world before I let any of it touch Paolina or our daughter.