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"Perché non ce la fai incontrare?"

"Nathalia."

"No, she deserves to know where she's sleeping in right now. She doesn't even know who you are Lance!"

"tienilo giú Nathalia."

I groan as I feel myself waking up from the best slumber I've had in a while. I pry my eyes open only to be met with utter darkness.

"Enzo?" My voice comes out croaky and raspy.

Silence.

"Then when are you going to tell her that she's living in a house with the Mafia?" The female voice, who I've come to learn as Nathalia, yells from downstairs.

Wait-

Mafia?

I sit up on the plush mattress as my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. I look over to the couch only to find no Enzo laying there.

I was the only one in the room.

I frown and drag my body away from the warmth of the heavy blankets only to regret it once my legs come in contact with the cold.

I ignore the goosebumps that are forming on my legs as I creep out of Enzo's room. The chatter from downstairs has been kept to a minimum now so I couldn't hear much of anything.

Maybe this was a horrible idea, but my curious booty couldn't stay in bed.

I quietly creeped down the stairs as I peaked my head into the living room only to find no one there other than two stray leather jackets on the couch.

I stay still and hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen.

I continue to advance through the living, into the kitchen, then pass the dining room.

I notice now that it's coming from the last room.

I lean up against the door softly and try to hear some sort of sentence.

"Lillies not going to forgive me for lying to her like this." I hear Lance's voice speak.

Wait, why is Lance here?

"Even if she might be upset, you need to tell her your part of the mafia. Not to mention you as well Enzo. She deserves to know this." Nathalia states, leaving no room for discussion.

I then hear the clicking of heels right in front of the door and my heart starts palpating.

Fu-

The door swings open and I fall face first onto the floor.

Gasps erupts and then dead silence.

I rub my nose and wince at the pain.

I look up to see a beautiful women standing in front of me with a shocked expression.

She had the most thickest and beautiful midnight black waves that went down to her hips. Her skin was the same tan tone as Enzos and she had the warmest brown eyes I've ever seen. Now that I continue to admire her features, she looks an awful lot like Enzo.

I look away from her to behind her and see Enzo, Lance, Damon, and some other dude I don't recognize all sitting around a table.

This is a meeting room.

I then lock eyes eith Lance and, not giving a glance to anyone else, I begin to walk towards him in a calmly manner.

This dude lied to me.

He catfished me as besties.

I continue walking to him until I'm right in front of him.

He quickly stands up and is now towering over my height.

Before he can say anything I hold up my hand. Then I direct my attention to everyone else in the room.

I lock eyes with Enzo who seems to be staring at me with amusement now and I can see the small smirk playing on his lips.

"You!" I point my finger straight at Lance.

He looks at me with wide eyes before glancing at Damon for help.

Before Damon could say anything I send the deadliest glare I could muster. That shuts him up.

"You!" I yell again at Lance.

"I can't pokes believe pokes you pokes catfished pokes ME!" I yell and smack his chest.

The dude I don't recognize begins to burst into fits of laughter. I turn around to look at him.

"Sorry, I'm Zion Len Cruello." He states as he suppressed more of his laughs.

I scrunch my nose.

"You're really tiny you know." He continues as he flashes a smile at me.

"No, you all are just big." I defend myself.

This only amuses Zion more.

"Amore, you eavesdropped." Enzo's deep voice sends chills down my spine.

I lock eyes with him as I see them darken slightly while he's leaned completely back in his chair with his legs spread apart. One hand on his knees while the other is propped up on the chair handle where his face is now supported by his hand.

can this dude stop being so attractive?

"I-" I choke out.

Enzo raises an eyebrow at me.

"This isn't fair! Don't change this on me." I burst out, frustratingly.

"Well shortcake, it seems to be that you have gotten yourself tied with the most powerful mafia: the Barachi." Zion states, matter-of-factly.

What in the flappity flickity wattpad shat is this?

"wow" I breathe out.

What in the world was I suppose to say to this? I mean I've heard about the Barachi empire. They were known to be ruthless and if anything they probably had full control of America as nobody dared to question them. Even authorities and cops were at their disposal. They were known as killers who enjoyed seeing their victims in pain. But those were only rumors so I never really paid attention to them.

"I'm sorry Lillies." Lance apologizes and interrupts me from my thoughts.

I look over to see him with a frown sketched onto his face.

I sigh, "It's alright. Just don't lie to me again." I reply as I prop myself onto the meeting table.

"What do each of you do in this...mafia thing?" I ask skeptically.

"Nathalia is in charge of anything to do with weaponry, she's also my younger sister. Lance is working part time with helping Damon in the technology field. Zion is in charge of training and prepping. Zion and Damon are also almost like my right hand men. I'm the leader of it all." Enzo explains as he keeps his intense gaze on me.

I was just a student and now I'm dragged into a group of allegedly the most dangerous people.

So I say the most reasonable answer, to not get killed,

"Okie."

Enzo raises an eyebrow at me once again.

"I just need a minute." I simply state as I get off the meeting table and walk back out the door.

Before I leave I give everyone a small wave and quickly run up to Enzo's room again.

You should've just stayed in bed.

All the other times you never wanted to get out of bed, but suddenly you do?

You idiotah.

I close the door behind me as I climb back in the comfort of the bed. The warmth had already dissipated so I had to warm the bed up again.

They've never given me a reason to be afraid of them, so I really shouldn't be judging them for anything. Even in that meeting room they could've killed me if they wanted to but they almost seemed...cheerful.

I don't know whether I should be afraid of that or not. I'm not one to judge someone based on what they do.

Suddenly the door creaked open then closed as heavy footsteps came in the direction of the bed. I get a whip of pine and mint cologne as the mattress dips down.

I don't turn my body towards him as I focus my sight on the dark silk curtains.

"Do you guys do human trafficking or kill innocent people?" I whisper.

"God no, amore. We only kill those who are already part of other mafias and have went against us. We don't deal with that filth." Enzo replies without hesitating.

I nod and turn my body around to face him directly.

His eyes were shining a light gray and for the first time he seems so vulnerable in front of me.

He hesitatingly puts a hand on my cheek and rubs his thumb against my cheekbone.

"If you would want to leave, I won't force you to stay. You deserve normalcy, not this kind of life." He spoke so softly that I wondered if he was mainly saying it to himself.

"I wouldn't mind staying." I say confidently as I trace the tattoos on his chest.

"Why?" he whispers.

"Because," I look into his beautiful eyes, "if I had any reason to be afraid of you guys I would've ran out of here. You guys never gave me a reason to be afraid. Lance has always been my best friend since the day I fully moved to New York. If he trusts you guys enough to work for you all, then I don't think I should feel uneasy. I don't judge anyone based on rumors. I judge them based on their treatment to me." I respond.

At this point Enzo is looking at me with a new found emotion. He seemed so at peace as he stared at me.

Suddenly he pulls me close to him and my face is squashed into his chest.

"cosa mi stai facendo amore." He whispers into my ear as his lips softly kiss my earlobe.

I shiver at his affection.

I suddenly feel incredibly tired as Enzo continues to rub my back with soothing circles. I listen to the soft beating of his heart as I envelope the darkness once again.

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