Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez is a devilishly handsome mafia King. Despite being cold hearted and beyond cruel, he has fallen in love with the woman of his dreams.
But can he hold on to her? Or will he lose her because the threats he faces all come wit...
TRIGGER WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE SWEARING VIOLENCE SMOKING/ALCOHOL
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The next day, I was in the gym working out. I had already worked on sparring with a guard and I was now working on my knife throwing. I wanted to do it blind so I closed my eyes.
The target board was directly in front of me. I held my ground steady and breathed slowly. I felt the weight of the knife in my hand and pulled my arm back. In one smooth motion, I pulled my arm forward and flicked the knife through the air. I heard the sound of metal meeting wood and looked to see that I had landed the knife in the middle of the target board.
"Impressive huh?" I grinned at a guard who was watching me. He smiled and nodded his head. After a while, I got him to throw apples across the target board. I had missed every single shot. Frustrated, I cracked my neck and pulled my knife back once more. "Once more." I sighed. I let my instincts take over. My eyes were closed but I could hear. The apple was thrown, it was going up and up. And then I flicked my knife at it. A soft crunching sound was heard and I gasped upon seeing the apple impaled onto the target board. Not directly in the centre but I got it nonetheless.
"Come on, you've got to admit it. That was impressive. Maybe I could teach you." I chuckled at the guard who only smiled in response. He was being professional and only doing his job. I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from my neck, also taking a sip of my water. A shower was what I needed.
Going to the bedroom, I saw a maid inside tidying up the bed. She smiled at me before politely apologising. "Oh no don't apologise. I'm just heading to the shower. Continue." I smiled and picked out some clothes from the walk in wardrobe. I left the maid in the room and went to the bathroom. I ran the shower and tugged off my shorts and sports bra. Looking in the mirror, my hair was a wild mess.
Atop the counter, I saw all of my things. Perfumes, lotions, hairspray. Fuck. How did Enzo allow this? I pushed all of the stuff to my side of the counter, everything falling on top of each other. Shit. Maybe I'll ask a maid to tidy it for me. Leaving everything in a mess, I stepped into the warm steamy shower, letting it soothe my muscles.
When I was clean, I dried myself and did my hair. My attire consisted of trousers and a sweatshirt. Pulling open one of the the drawers under the sink, I saw a bunch of hair ties and tampons. I brushed my hair back and tied it up. I heard footsteps and then hands wrapped around my waist. A head fell into the crook of my neck, making me chuckle. "Hi beautiful." Enzo smiled against my skin. I ruffled his hair, looking into the mirror. "Hey handsome. You won't like what I'm about to say." I sighed. He held onto me and looked up into the mirror.
"Hmm what?" He asked. I placed a hand to his jaw, feeling his strong jawline. "I have to go back to Albania. Admir has found something about our brother." I sighed softly. He let go off me. "Do you want me to come with you?" He asked. His eyes scanned the messy counter but he didn't seem to care. He would come, if I asked him. "No it's okay. I know you're busy here. But don't worry about me. I'll come back." I smiled, putting my arms around his neck. He hummed with a smile. "You'd better. Otherwise you'll make me miss you."
