Chapter 4
3 Years Later
Enzo's POV.
I held the hospital results in my left hand, not knowing whether to squeeze it, tear it into pieces or throw it into the bin.
This could not be happening to me.
I was fucking doomed.
What was the point of living then?
I emptied the bottle of Martel into a cup and downed it, letting it burn my throat and my chest so I don't remember the words of the doctor earlier today.
"I'm sorry to bring this to your notice, Mr. Enzo, but there's no other way to deliver such bad news. I'm sorry, but you won't be able to impregnate a woman. You will never have a child of your own "
Fuck.
After living the worst life possible as the lord of the biggest underworld mafia, the universe decided to punish me by taking away the only consolation I was supposed to have for choosing this life - a child of my own.
Of all things, why the hell did it have to be impotency?
I'd sat in my spacious living room for hours, trying to come to terms with my reality.
A lot of things had gone through my mind already. Who was going to inherit all this wealth that I'd attain?
What if the doctor was wrong?
Should I have asked for a sixth retest instead of five?
Should I have gone to another hospital?
What if-
I heard my door open and my hand struck my gun immediately, but I lowered my guard when I saw that it was Stefano, my best friend.
"I don't know how many times I'll tell you to knock before coming in."
"I don't know how many times I'm going to tell you that your house is my house too."
I couldn't deal with him right now.
"What's wrong? Why are you this moody?", He questioned when he saw my demeanor.
I couldn't explain with words, so I passed the results to him.
He read it, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Shit. This is fucked up."
"I don't know what I'm going to do with my life."
"And what if your father heard about this? That man is-"
"- is not going to hear about it, under any circumstances." I stared at him to make sure he got the message. "Do you understand me?"
He nodded, knowing that I didn't want him to know about it.
"You know what? I have an idea", he snapped his fingers.
I rubbed my forehead with my palm, already guessing that this idea of his wouldn't be bright.
"Let's go to the club."
I knew it. I guessed right.
"Let's go to the club and drink this away. Have some fun. Have us entertained with some women", he kept on describing passionately.
"Stefano-"
"You know what? A better idea - let's go to a strip club!! We can pay to see naked chicks dance their asses off!!", He said excitedly.
"I'm not going anywhere, Stefano. I just need to sip this and go to bed. I need to think about my life right now-"
"Fuck that! I'm not having it! You want to get drunk on your own when we can do that with girls?!", he protested.
"Stefano, I mean it-"
"It's either you follow me, or I drag you to the club, Choose one", he dropped an ultimatum.
I knew that he wasn't going to let this go if I didn't give in. I also knew that he wanted to drink himself to stupor - he just didn't want to do it by himself.
"Fine", I sighed and got up, following him out of the house.
We soon got to the car and hit the road when I felt my phone ring.
"Who's that?", Stefano asked, not wanting to take his eyes off the road.
"My father."
"Do you really have to answer that man's call-"
"Father", I greeted when I picked the call.
"Where are you?", he questioned.
"I'm on my way to the club. What's wrong?"
"Is Stefano with you? Because I know that brat is the only person who will not let you focus on the business."
I saw Stefano roll his eyes and throw a silent middle finger to the phone.
"What is the problem, father?"
"I came to the warehouse to talk with you, but you weren't there."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I need to talk to you about your wedding plans..."
I took the phone away from my ear and groaned to my stomach. I didn't need this right now.
"Father, can we talk about this later? You already know I'm not ready to get married anytime soon."
"Nonsense, Enzo!", he flared up over the phone. "Do you want me to die before seeing my grand kids? Who will inherit your hard earned effort? Who will take your place if something happens to you? How long are you going to keep your betrothed waiting?"
I was tired of this betrothed talk. I didn't ask them to force Luna on me.
Plus, how would he take it when I'd tell him that I couldn't birth an heir to the business?
Before I could say something, Stefano snatched the phone.
"Hello, father? Hello? Hell... He... O? I can't hear you... Bad network", he cut the call and threw it to the backseat.
"We don't need that today", he said as we got to the club.
We got in and he paid for the VIP seats, away from all the chaos. We were their most important clients anyway.
"Give you ten of your strongest alcohols in the bar. And then I need you to bring us two of your finest, freshest girls for entertainment", he ordered the guard who followed us in before he left.
"You really do want to kill yourself", I shook my head.
"At least we get to die together", he teased and laughed as he moved to the music.
They brought in a tray of drinks in an honorary style.
"Where are the bitches?!", he asked impatiently.
"They're here", the guard announced and in came the ladies in thongs and see-through bras.
One of them slowly approached and stood before me, and I looked up to tell her that I was not interested, but for some reason, I couldn't get my words out properly.
The nets she wore on her legs to cover her milk-like skin. The thong she wore teased a cameltoe that made me think of the worst possible things. The figure was divinely shaped, and those lemons bounced as she approached me.
I looked up, and I met the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen.
She wasn't just any type of beautiful...
Standing before me was the sexiest goddess I'd ever seen in my entire life.
"Tonight, I'm going to be for you alone."