Page 3 of Her Mafia Enforcer

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 withheragain! 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 ofthat.

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, comeon. 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 wassooverprotective. I rolled my eyes. Ridiculous, really.

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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 itjustright.

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.

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