Page 25 of The Enforcer's Brat

Matteo's fingers intertwined with Enzo's, squeezing gently. "Yeah, baby. We're going to be okay. I've got you."

For a moment, they just sat there, hands linked, drawing strength from each other. Then Matteo cleared his throat, reluctantly pulling away. "Come on. Let's get inside. I don't like being out in the open like this."

As they entered the house, Enzo couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change. Again. But this time, with Matteo by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came their way.

Matteo immediately went into security mode, double-checking locks and setting up additional surveillance. Enzo watched him work, marveling at the efficiency of his movements. It was easy to forget, sometimes, just how dangerous Matteo could be.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Enzo asked, feeling useless just standing around.

Matteo paused, considering. "Actually, yes. I need you to go through your contacts, see if anyone's heard anything about the attack. But be discreet. We don't want to tip off whoever's behind this."

Enzo nodded eagerly, glad to have a task. "I'm on it. You can count on me, Matteo."

A small smile tugged at Matteo's lips. "I know I can, baby. That's why we make such a good team."

The endearment, spoken so casually, made Enzo's heart skip. As he settled in with his phone to start making calls, he couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Despite the danger, despite the uncertainty, he and Matteo were in this together.

And together, Enzo was certain, they could face anything.

Hours passed in a flurry of activity. Enzo worked his contacts, piecing together bits of information. Matteo was in and out, coordinating with other family enforcers and setting up additional security measures.

By the time evening fell, they were both exhausted but wired. Enzo's head was spinning with everything he'd learned—whispers of a new player in town, someone with deep pockets and a grudge against the Ricci family.

"We should compare notes," Enzo said as Matteo finally settled onto the couch beside him. "I think I've got some solid leads."

Matteo nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Enzo's face. "In a minute," he murmured. "First, I need to do something I've been wanting to do all day."

Before Enzo could ask what he meant, Matteo was pulling him into a searing kiss. Enzo melted into it, weeks of pent-up desire pouring out as he straddled Matteo's lap.

When they finally broke apart, both panting, Matteo's eyes were dark with hunger. "You've been so good today, baby," he growled, hands gripping Enzo's hips possessively. "Such a good boy for Daddy. I think you deserve a reward."

The pet name sent a jolt of heat straight to Enzo's core. He'd never been one for daddy kink before, but something about the way Matteo said it made him weak in the knees.

"Please," Enzo whimpered, grinding down against Matteo's growing hardness. "I've been so good, Daddy. Need you so bad."

Matteo's grip tightened, almost to the point of pain. "Tell me what you need, baby boy. Use your words."

Enzo flushed, still not entirely used to vocalizing his desires. But the hungry look in Matteo's eyes spurred him on. "Need your cock, Daddy," he breathed. "Want you to fuck me, make me yours."

A low growl rumbled in Matteo's chest. In one swift motion, he stood, lifting Enzo as if he weighed nothing. Enzo wrapped his legs around Matteo's waist, marveling at the older man's strength.

"Bedroom. Now," Matteo ordered, already moving.

They barely made it through the door before Matteo was tossing Enzo onto the bed. He loomed over the younger man, eyes raking over Enzo's flushed form. "Strip," he commanded. "Let Daddy see that pretty body of yours."

Enzo complied eagerly, shimmying out of his clothes with clumsy haste. When he was finally naked, spread out on the sheets, he looked up to find Matteo watching him with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"Beautiful," Matteo murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Fucking perfect."

He stripped off his own clothes, revealing a body sculpted by years of hard work and harder living. Enzo's mouth went dry at the sight, his cock twitching with interest.

Matteo crawled onto the bed, covering Enzo's body with his own. The skin-to-skin contact was electric, sending sparks skittering along Enzo's nerve endings.

"Tell me you want this," Matteo growled, nipping at Enzo's throat. "Tell me you're mine, baby boy."

"Yours," Enzo gasped, arching into Matteo's touch. "All yours, Daddy. Only yours."

Matteo's eyes flashed with possessive pride. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking up his fingers. "Gonna open you up nice and slow," he murmured. "Make you beg for it."

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