Chapter 15

I struggle to open my eyes as the sun creeps in from the open windows. Automatically I move my hands to cover my eyes, while the other searches for the missing body that was behind me when we first fell asleep. I'm alone in Enzo's bed, his earthy smell barely resides on the pillow under me. Lifting myself up against the headboard, I notice a glass of water and some Advil with what looks like a note underneath.

You looked too peaceful to wake you up, Princess.Drink the full glass of water and take the medicine for the headache.Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast.Rocco is outside the room.

I smile at the thoughtfulness, the fact that he takes care of me even now. Doing what's instructed, I take the two small pills and drink the full glass of water. I put on a pair of Enzo's sweatpants that he left by the bed before opening the door to find Rocco leaning against the wall. He doesn't say anything, just simply turns and walks over to the main house.

As we walk inside I notice Marcelo, Enzo, Julian and Kai are all sitting at the table. It's covered with a vast variety of breakfast foods. I'm pretty sure that the cooks are not working today, or at least they never start this early. Everyone is already eating; each of them deep in conversation amongst themselves. I stay silent, hoping not to draw any unwanted attention, especially when I decide to take the chair right next to Enzo.

I slowly pull out the chair, andsit down. Lifting my fork, I grab some scrambled eggs off the serving tray onto my plate. I also make sure to grab some fruits, since I'm not sure how long we'll be here with my brothers.

"Lina, we're leaving today. We are going to be overseas for some time before we head to Mexico to visit father," Marcelo says. He doesn't even glance up at me when he talks. Grinding my teeth, I nod. Enzo must have noticed my reaction because he places his hand on my thigh rubbing small soothing circles with his thumb.

"Hermana, Enzo will be in charge. Por el amor de dios. Please listen to him. No sneaking out. If you must see that friend of yours, keep it in this house." Julian chimes in.

"Her name is Sierra," I say annoyed. Julian simply smirks, grabbing some grapes from his plate and gently popping them in his mouth like he's trying to stop himself from saying more.

"My cousin will meet us at the airport as soon as we land. He will bring us to our home in Sicily," Rocco says from behind where we all sit. Walking over he hands a piece of paper over to Marcelo before stepping back and sitting next to Kai.

"Italy? You're going to Italy?" my voice does a little squeal as I question the location overseas.

"Hermana, we are trying to stop your wedding. We need to make friends with powerful families for their help. Marcelo is using it as an excuse and saying that you want to marry there and that he's checking venues with you. Everyone will think you're with us, so that you're safe here." Julian says.

"You make it seem like I'm not safe here now." I contort, his eyes widened at the realization but doesn't go into further detail.

Enzo squeezes my thigh a little forcefully, while drifting towards the waistband of the sweatpants he left for me. Slowly and discreetly, without drawing attention to either of us. I can feel my heart beating rapidly from the anticipation and the need of him touching me. I never knew it could be like this, that all you want to do is jump each other's bones. Is this why Sierra likes to go out as much as she does? He inches closer and closer to my entrance, without warning he pumps one finger and then two into my aching cunt. Everything about this is so wrong, and yet it feels exhilaratingly hot. I try to rub my thighs together to relieve some tension, but he pauses his movements to grip my thigh. I'm grateful for the cloth that covers the table.It covers my lower half perfectly but if anyone were to catch his movements, and the way my face keeps flushing, our secret tryst might become obvious.

"Father doesn't know we are leaving. You must keep this to yourself. We are leaving most of our men to handle the territories, that way we aren't worried about business. Enzo is providing us with a team so we have protection. Rocco is leading our trip since we are meeting his family." Marcelo speaks, taking my attention away from the way Enzo's hand grips my leg.

"Why doesn't father know?"

"Because we are doing what we have to do in order to save you from this marriage and rid ourselves from the damn Columbians all together," Marcelo announces, ending the conversation with a smack on the table. Silence takes over the room, like we'd just been scowled by a parent.

"Don't worry about him. He's just stressed. Don't worry about us, we'll be back in a week or two. Just don't hang out with that little bruja, she's a bad influence. We don't need you getting into any more trouble or father will have all our heads." Julian says. Rafa yawns walking in from the kitchen, his hands scratch his stomach, as he stretches his arms out and plops down on an empty chair at the table.

"What'd I miss?" Rafa says, looking around the table.

"Julian is telling me that Sierra is a bad influence," I chuckle trying to make light of the very tense conversation.

Rafa's eyes pop open as he smiles at Julian.

"He wants her bad influence alright," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Julian. Leaning towards the table, he grabs as much food as he can to fill up his plate at a desperate rate.

"Fuck you," Julian responds. I can't help but laugh at their exchange. It's times like this that makes it feel like we're simply just a normal family without danger. Without the family ties to the Cartel. Just regular siblings.

"Whatever bro. You know you want her," Rafa mumbles, taking another bite of his food.

"Anyway, Hermana. I want you to take a break from the boxing club until we get back or at least have Kai teach you to fight in the home gym." Julian begins to say.

"I can teach you," Enzo declares, interrupting Julian. Julian's eyes snap to his, he glares at him as though he were stabbing him silently in his head at the comment. I don't think anyone else noticed the tension coming from them. Lightly placing my hand on Enzo's shoulder, I force a smile hoping to break the quiet war going through both their eyes .

I'm not sure what Julian sees, as he glances back and forth between us. He stands up and leaves the room leaving a smirking Enzo stroking my thigh. Rafa continues eating his food oblivious to the tension that's sucked up all the air from the dining room.

Moments later, we say our goodbyes outside before my brothers all get inside the car along with a few of Enzo's men. Julian looks at me like he sees past all of my lies but doesn't attempt to bring them up. His last words before he turned to follow the others are, "Te amo Hermana. I just want to be sure you're safe."

I know he doesn't actually feel love the same way, but I am always grateful that he at least does it to make me happy. Every part of me hopes that they will tell me everything they are truly hiding from me.I have a feeling that I just can't seem to shake, but I also feel a sense of helplessness, like I'm not worthy enough to know more. Like I'm not worthy enough to be a part of this family, to know their secrets. Always on the sidelines, it's a hope that was crushed a long time ago.

The moment my mother was killed, every part of me was lost.

"Well, I might as well have a little fun. I'm going for a swim." I declare once the car pulls out of the driveway. I turn around and head to my bedroom without a backwards glance, once I'm inside I get my bathing suit on. It's basically floss digging into my ass with the barely there triangles showing off every bit of my breasts. I might as well drive Enzo a little wild since we're stuck here for the time being. Quickly, I wrap a robe around my body and head downstairs to the pool.

To my surprise, the house is quiet as I continue out through the back doors. Enzo is already outside, swimming laps around the pool. Walking towards the edge, I notice how there's no Kai or any of the other men in sight. Enzo takes notice of me hovering over the pool, and swims to the edge that is closest to me. Leaning forward, he rests his forearms on the edge, shaking his wet hair sprinkling me with droplets of water.

"I had them stay in front of the main house," Enzo answers the question that goes through my mind, as I slowly slip the robe off my body. His eyes follow my every movement, like he's memorizing the way my curves look in the bikini.

I tease, "Like something you see?" He bites his lip and nods his head in response. His strong, tattooed arms flex as he lifts himself from the pool. The water cascades down his chiseled chest, where a snake wraps around his arms, extending from his knuckles up to his neck. This is the first time I've seen him shirtless and just the sight leaves me mesmerized. I can barely contain my desire to trace the water off every contour of his six pack and chest with my tongue.

I've never desired a man as much as I crave him .

I've always used sexuality as a tool to get what I want. When dealing with men who see themselves as gods, this gives me a certain power. The mere possibility of intimacy is often enough to arouse them, even if I never follow through. Some call me a tease, but it's the only reason I have yet to sleep with another man. Enzo intrigues me. He makes me want to push him; to unravel him in a way no one has ever done. When he approaches me, his steps are cool and collected- the complete opposite of how I feel when I'm in his presence. Closing the distance, he grabs the back of my neck with one hand and lifts my chin with the other, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Catalina, I won't be made responsible for my actions if you keep eye fucking me like that." The stern way he says my name makes me weak in the knees. The intensity of his gaze, as if he's peering into my soul, completely captivates me. Anticipating his next move, I instinctively lick my lips, craving his taste once more.

We continue staring at each other,like he's waiting for me to back down or he's trying to gain the control back that I so desperately want him to lose. Will he let go? How much further can I push him?

Determined to break through his hesitation, I pull away from him and kneel on the lounge chair. Staring at his forest-brown eyes, I slowly move my hair to one side, and expose the tie of my bathing suit top without issue. Deliberately, untying the red fabric and letting it fall onto the patio floor. My skin burns under his gaze, the ghost of his touchfrom the other night igniting sparks of heat that shoot down my body, pooling between my thighs. Fuck, I'm already drenched and aching for his touch.

My focus is solely on him, I don't care who is in my home or who walks out. Bringing my hands up I slowly caress my waist, relishing the feel of my smooth skin until I reach my breasts. I moan in delicious pleasure as my nipples harden under my palm. I can see the way his jaw tightens, his glare brimming with a mix of desire and restraint, as if he longed to take me in the most vicious way.

It doesn't take long for him to crack. With sudden force, he closes the distance that I had created when I sat on the lounge chair. Gripping my neck, my heart starts racing as he tightens his hold, his face is mere inches from my own.

"You want to play games, Princess? Let's see how well you do on your knees." He loosens his grip, running his thumb over my trembling lips.

"Tongue out, Lina." A part of me wants to refuse, and take the punishment he'd give me. I nearly resist, just to feel the sting of his palm on my ass. Instead, I lock eyes with him and slide my tongue out provocatively. I'll give him this and then, I'll take what I crave.

"Good fucking girl," he hums his approval, as he pulls down his still-damp bathing suit bottoms. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of his thick, veiny cock, the swollen head leaking pre-cum. He wraps a hand around the base of his shaft and strokes a few times before bringing the tip of his cock up to my waiting tongue. With a gentle slap, he eases just the head into my mouth. He tastes like the chlorine of the pool water, but it mingles with his own distinct flavor, and that in itself has me moaning. His hands fall to his sides as he lets me set the pace. My palms wrap around his thighs as I tease him, licking him from base to tip before closing my lips around just the crown. The salty tang of his pre-cum floods my senses as I slowly take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat.

"Fuuuuck, Lina. Keep your eyes on me while you suck my cock," he says, his voice low and commanding. I didn't even realize I closed my eyes. I'm too lost in the moment, losing myself as I memorized his taste on my tongue. I look up at him, his darkened eyes study mine while I slurp and gag on his dick. Moving one hand to his balls, I feel their weight as I knead them gently. His hands frame my face, holding me in place.

"Ready baby? I won't hold back. Be good for me, Princess," he groans. I nod my head as best I can, while his twitching cock fills my mouth.

Never hold back. Use me Enzo. Destroy me.