Enzo's POV:
I blink awake and there he is—spread across my sheets like he owns the damn bed. Like he owns me. And maybe he does. My angel. My man. The future Mr. Enzo Martinez … not that he knows it yet.
But he will. Oh, he will.
He's still asleep, oblivious to the chaos he causes just by existing. I'll give him time to get used to all of this—the penthouse, the protection, the mafia madness. Then I'll bring him into my world properly. Introduce him to my family. Mama will eat him up—he's pretty, polite, and has this gentle sass I live for.
God, he's beautiful. Not in some shallow, airbrushed way. He's breathtaking in that raw, effortless way that makes it hard to look away.
I study him like I'm starving. His lips—plush and parted—tempt me like a sin I'd willingly confess. His lashes kiss his cheeks, and that messy bedhead? Sexy as hell. His bare shoulders peek out from under the sheets, and I swear, it's taking everything in me not to lean down and kiss every inch of skin I can find.
I want him.
I want him under me, against me, around me. I want to show him how good love can feel when it's wrapped in obsession and worship.
But not yet.
Not until we've said the words. Not until I've slid a ring on his finger and he's fully mine. Willing, ready, and begging for it. Because yeah—I'm possessive. I'm territorial. But I'm not a monster.
I don't take what isn't given.
In this world of crime, violence, and ego-driven men, they like to call me soft for that. I call it standards. Consent isn't a weakness. It's power. Real power.
So for now, I'll wait. But when the time comes?
God help him. Because I won't be gentle.
Being the most powerful name in the underworld comes with a certain… fear factor. Respect, admiration, worship—they throw it all at me. But honestly? I don't need applause for doing the bare minimum. Not forcing myself on someone isn't heroic—it's just being human. It's what a real man does.
I know he's not ready for me yet. Not in that way. He's still adjusting—to me, to this life, to waking up in my world instead of his own. And as much as I want him, I respect him too much to take what he's not offering.
Still, I wasn't expecting the pushback. I pegged him for the quiet type. Sweet, soft-spoken, easy to bend. But the moment he started begging to go home, crying, something inside me snapped. I don't do well with people testing my control—I had to remind him who he was dealing with.
God, I still get hard thinking about it.
The way he whimpered when my palm met his skin, those helpless little gasps, his voice cracking as he screamed my name… His skin is so delicate, like porcelain—marks show up like ink on snow. And the way he trembled beneath me? I'd be lying if I said it didn't drive me wild.
But listen—I'm no saint. I've had my fun. I'm not some virginal romantic waiting for "the one" to light a candle and slow dance with me.
But him? He's different. He's worth waiting for.
I can read him like scripture. And I know—deep down—he's the kind who only gives himself when it means something.
So I'll wait.
But when he finally says yes?
He won't remember life before me.
Sitting up on the bed, careful not to wake him up, I stand and make my way to the bathroom then turn on the shower dials. That'll sort my shit. I'm fucking stressed.
Fucking bastards trying to take my place, planning attacks on me. I need to focus on that.
I've to keep everything in place. Parvel will stay here where I want him. He's safe here, I'll make sure of it. Shit, that reminds me, his former boss is still in the fucking basement. I'll make sure to pay him a visit later. At least mother and Isaac aren't here. One last thing I have to worry about. They're under dad's protection for now.
Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way to the walk-in closet. I pick out a white dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. Rolling up the sleeves of the shirt and leaving some of the upper buttons undone. It's hot today, so I'm not wearing a jacket. This will do for today.
I walk out of the closet and go into the bedroom. Only to find parvel already awake, sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. He looks sleepy.
I walk closer to him and he flickers his blue eyes to me. "Are you good?" I ask him and he nods.
"Good morning." He replies softly. Fuck, how I wanna wake up to his voice every day for the rest of my life. So fucking angelic.
"Morning, angel. Did you sleep well?" I question, walking even closer to him.
"Mhmm." He hums, in that angelic voice of his.
"Go shower then downstairs for breakfast." I say and he obeys. Hmm, good boy.
I walk over to the dresser, to grab my phone when I hear him call out for me.
"Enzo? Can I-um pick up some stuff from my apartment?" He asks as I stare at him. "I-It's just some very meaningful stuff to me. I-I would really appreciate it if I can retrieve them. I'll bring them back here, I promise just please don-" he rambles on. He looks scared, as if I'm going to say no to him.
"Sure, I'll go with you. I need to assure you'll come back here. Meet me downstairs when you're done." I watch his face light up and he scurries back to the bathroom.
I make my way downstairs, greeted by my men.
I walk into the kitchen to find Clara and the other maids preparing breakfast.
"Morning, sir." Clara greets as I stride in with my men.
"Listen up." I raise my voice, catching all the maids' attention. "I want you all to assist parvel with everything he needs. Don't decline any of his requests. Got it?" I command and they all nod.
"Boss, it needs to be done soon." Elijah states, making my attention go to him as we all walk into the dining room.
"I'm on it. Jonas, you and Noah are on guard.
Leo, you and Nico are going to go out the back.
Make sure you knock everyone out, fucking kill them if you have to. That's when me and Elijah will go in. I want their boss, alive. Got it?" I glare at them and they all nod. "Tell all the other men to gear up, get the guns, and, everything we need. We can't fuck this up." I
Command, standing up, they all stand up and stride out to do their work.
After breakfast, I'm posted by the stairs, casually scrolling through my phone, acting unbothered—but let's be real, I'm waiting. Not even a full minute later, he comes down.
Face fresh—no filter, no makeup, just raw beauty. He's wearing this soft baby blue dress shirt, slightly oversized, paired with white sandals that somehow make him look like a damn angel. Jesus. My eyes? Oh, they're devouring him like brunch on a Sunday. This man… always showing up looking edible without even trying.
We're in the backseat of the car heading to his old place. I lean back into the leather seat, legs spread like I own the world, just watching him. The way he moves? The little twitches, the way his fingers nervously fidget in his lap? I'm obsessed. Straight-up addicted.
He must feel my stare, because he looks up—eyebrows slightly pulled together like he's trying to figure me out. Babe, good luck with that.
"It happened two years ago," I say, cutting through the silence, answering that question he hit me with last night.
He blinks at me, a little lost. Still soft, still confused.
"I was driving by. I saw you. Wanted you. And now?" I pause, leaning in just a bit. "Now I have you."
He frowns, adorably skeptical. "H-how do you know my name?"
I smirk. "Did my research." I reply.
"W-what do you plan to do with me?" He asks in a shaky voice.
"What do you mean?" I question.
"Are you going to do stuff to me? Against my will?" He asks, slightly scared and I chuckle.
He's so innocent.
"T'd never do that. You can relax, love." I say and he looks relieved.
"Parvel, you do know that even if you run away, I'll always find you. Right?" I hum, raising my brow, waiting for his to respond.
He just nods.
"Hmm, good boy." I praise him. He needs to fucking know that he's to spend the rest of his life with me.
Reaching his apartment, I wait for him as he gets in and collects his things. After that, I took him back home, and put one of my men on duty to guard him
Now, it's time for me to pay a little visit to Henry.
I go down to the basement, and he's suspended from his arms, his legs spread and chained.
Time to have some fun.
I grab a hold of my knife and jam it into his hand. "Wake up, motherfucker." I snap.
He screams loud and I slap him. Gripping into his jaw. "Shut the fuck up or I'll make you."
"NOOO!! HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME." He yells and I punch his jaw.
"You're not making things easy for yourself." I shake my head whilst chuckling. It's humourous how he thinks hell walk out of here alive.
"Why are you doing this? I have a wife, don't hurt me, please." He pants and I sadistically chuckle.
"Is this 'wife' of yours aware of your perverted activities? Did she ever cross your mind when you harassed my fiancée?" I scoff as I pace around him, my head bowed and my hands behind my back.
"W-what do you mean? Who are you? I don't know your fiancée. Please, leave me alone." He pleads. Fucking liar.