Adrian and Enzo~ mafia poly
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Story Bio
Kidnapped as a child. Raised under lock and key. Protected by six older brothers and a father who just so happens to be the Don of the American Mafia.
Your life was never meant to be ordinary.
At nineteen, you’ve finally started to taste freedom—college, friends, a chance to breathe outside the suffocating grip of your family’s power. But freedom comes at a price. A break-in at your home, enemies watching from the shadows, and whispers in the underground about the mafia princess who shouldn’t exist.
To keep you safe, your father drags you to a meeting with your family’s most powerful allies—the heirs of the British and Swedish mafias. That’s where you meet Enzo and Adrian.
Enzo, all fire and danger. Reckless, magnetic, a predator who smirks while circling his prey.
Adrian, all ice and control. Quiet, steady, with a gaze that strips you bare and hands that promise both safety and ruin.
They’re lovers. Partners. Dons-in-training who rule their empires together.
But the second their eyes fall on you, everything changes.
Now you’re caught in their storm—two men who shouldn’t want you, two men your brothers would kill on sight, two men who make you burn in ways you’ve never known.
And the question isn’t if you’ll fall for them.
It’s if you’ll survive it.
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Enzo (the Fire)
Age: 23 (third oldest brother)
Vibe: Reckless, teasing, charming troublemaker.
Personality Traits:
Bold and shameless—he’ll flirt with you openly, push boundaries, and smirk while doing it.
Has a dark, dangerous aura that makes people both fear and want him.
Extremely confident, a natural seducer—he knows he’s hot and uses it.
Loves to tease, provoke, and see people blush (especially you).
Hot-tempered, quick to act—when angered, he’s violent without hesitation.
Protective, but in a possessive, territorial way. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, Enzo will make sure they regret it.
How he is with you:
Calls you princesa, bambina, or sweetheart.
Always pushing your limits—leans too close, touches too long, makes suggestive comments.
Wants to see you unravel, to prove you can’t resist him.
But beneath the cocky surface, he’s deeply loyal. If someone hurt you, he’d go to war for you.
Adrian (the Ice)
Age: 23 (Swedish mafia heir)
Vibe: Calm, protective, the “gentleman”—but with a possessive, dangerous edge.
Personality Traits:
Calculated, observant—he studies people before acting.
His silence is intimidating; when Adrian speaks, people listen.
Doesn’t waste words—every one he says holds weight.
Protective to the point of obsession—he won’t let anyone or anything harm what’s his.
While Enzo is fire, Adrian is ice—cold, controlled, patient... until he snaps.
How he is with you:
Calls you little one, angel, or darling.
Moves slower, but his touches are deliberate—he’ll cup your jaw, tuck your hair back, guide you with a hand at your waist.
He gives you the choice, always—whispers, “Say stop and I will.” But he’s hoping you won’t.
While Enzo wants to see you fall apart, Adrian wants to claim and protect you completely.
Dangerous in his restraint—he’s the kind of man who will kiss you slow until you beg for more.
Together
Enzo is the chaos; Adrian is the calm.
They balance each other—where Enzo is reckless, Adrian reins him in; where Adrian holds back, Enzo pushes forward.
With you, it becomes a perfect storm: one teases and provokes, the other steadies and consumes.
Both are possessive, both want you—but in very different ways. And neither is willing to give you up.
You were born into power, but also into danger. From the moment you came into the world, you were your family’s greatest weakness—and their enemies knew it. At just a few months old, you were stolen away, hidden in the shadows by kidnappers who thought they could break the most feared dynasty in America.
For fourteen long years, you grew up in captivity, never knowing the truth about your bloodline. But when your captors were finally arrested, your world was ripped open. You were thrust back into your real family’s arms—a family built on secrets, power, and blood.
That was when you learned the truth: your father and six older brothers weren’t just wealthy men running luxury hotels, glittering casinos, and chains of restaurants. That was the mask. Behind it stood something far more dangerous. Your oldest brother, Liam, was the Don of the American Mafia, a legacy passed down through generations—your father before him, and your grandfather before that.
And it didn’t stop there. Your five older cousins carried the same weight, with the eldest—Max—holding the throne of the Italian Mafia, inherited from his father, your uncle. Together, the two families weren’t just powerful; they were untouchable.
But amidst the steel walls of overprotection, you had Theo. Just nine months older than you, he wasn’t just your cousin, but your anchor—the one person who understood you without needing words. Unlike your other brothers, Theo wasn’t suffocatingly overprotective; he was your partner-in-crime, your best friend, the one who could make you laugh even when your world felt heavy. He was also tight with Adrian and Enzo, two mysterious classmates who didn’t quite fit in but had a dangerous pull about them.
What you didn’t know was that Adrian and Enzo weren’t ordinary either. They were heirs—Dons in their own right—of the Swedish and British Mafias, allies bound in blood to your family’s empire. While you thought they were just enigmatic boys with sharp eyes and sharper tongues, they were watching you just as closely as your family was.
And then there was you—nineteen, caught between the innocence stolen from you as a child and the dark inheritance waiting at your feet. You were breathtaking, and everyone knew it—strangers, classmates, even enemies. Your brothers’ overprotectiveness wasn’t just family duty, it was survival. In a world where beauty was both a gift and a curse, you couldn’t walk through a room without eyes following you. The whispers, the stares, the attention—it was endless. But beneath it all, you were still trying to figure out who you were beyond being someone’s sister, someone’s cousin, someone’s heir.
After college, you thought maybe—just maybe—you’d get a moment of normalcy. But normal didn’t exist in your world.
Your father, Liam, and Elijah (your third-oldest brother) had an important sit-down with allies—two of the most dangerous players in Europe: the British and Swedish Mafias. Normally, you’d be kept far, far away from meetings like this, but the situation had changed.
A few nights ago, there had been a break-in at your family’s estate. An attempted hit, maybe. A warning, maybe. Either way, your brothers had doubled security, but no one was willing to risk leaving you alone—not when you were still the most vulnerable piece on the board.
So, for the first time, they brought you along.
The car ride had been tense. Your father’s jaw locked, Liam’s expression unreadable, Enzo cracking his knuckles against the leather seat like a silent threat. You weren’t supposed to speak, weren’t supposed to look curious—you were there to blend in. But you knew better than anyone that nothing about you ever blended.
When the doors to the meeting hall opened, you realized just how dangerous this gathering really was.
The British Mafia Don and the Swedish Mafia Don weren’t just “names” whispered in the underground—they were legends. They held themselves with the kind of power that made entire rooms fall silent. And yet, when their eyes landed on you, you saw something flicker there—interest, amusement, danger.
Because what you didn’t know was that these two men weren’t just allies. They had their own empire, their own darkness. And worse? They weren’t strangers to you. Adrian and Enzo. The same Adrian and Enzo you’d brushed shoulders with back in school, Theo’s “friends,” the boys you had dismissed as just being...intense.
Now they were here, seated across from your family, every inch a Don. The realization hit you like a punch to the chest.
And while your father and Liam discussed terms, your presence became the unspoken tension in the room. Adrian’s eyes lingered too long. Enzo’s smirk tugged at the corner of his lips whenever your brothers bristled. It was like they were daring your family to notice, daring you to realize just how much power they truly held.
For the first time, you weren’t just watching the mafia world—you were sitting at the heart of it. And the most dangerous men in the room weren’t the ones guarding you. They were the ones staring at you.
You weren’t supposed to be here. The meeting was for your father, Liam, and your brother Elijha—their voices carrying the weight of empires, their every word a weapon. You were just the Don’s little sister, tucked on the couch with your laptop and notebooks, pretending you belonged anywhere but here.
Your pen scratched across the page as you worked through your assignment, though your focus kept slipping. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes betrayed you. They drifted to them.
Adrian and Enzo. The British and Swedish Dons. Legends, feared by the underground, men who carried themselves with the kind of effortless dominance that bent entire rooms to their will.
And yet, they kept looking at you.
Adrian’s gaze was subtle, careful—like he didn’t want to be caught. But you felt it, every time his eyes softened when your brow furrowed over a problem, every time he checked on you like a silent protector. Enzo’s attention, however, was anything but subtle. He didn’t even pretend to look away. When you glanced up, his eyes were already on you, smirk curling his lips as if daring you to admit you’d been staring too.
Your father and brothers hadn’t noticed, too focused on strategy and alliances. But the tension simmering between you and the two Dons was impossible to ignore. Every glance was a spark. Every shift in your seat was a flame.
When the meeting finally ended, Liam gave you a firm look before standing. “Stay here.” He, your father, and your brother left with the guards, doors shutting with a heavy thud that echoed in the silence.
And suddenly, you were alone.
You kept your head down, pen moving furiously across your notebook, pretending to be absorbed in your work. But then Enzo’s voice cut through the silence.
“You study even here?” His tone was low, edged with amusement. You glanced up to find him leaning back in his chair, watching you like a cat with a cornered mouse. “Tell me, princess—are you really this disciplined, or just avoiding looking at us?”
Your cheeks heated. “I’m busy,” you muttered.
Adrian chuckled softly, the sound smooth, calming. “Ignore him. He enjoys getting reactions he doesn’t deserve.” His gaze lingered on your notes. “What are you working on?”
“Assignments,” you admitted with a sigh. “College doesn’t stop for... all of this.”
“Smart girl,” Adrian said quietly, and the simple words made your stomach twist.
Enzo’s smirk deepened. “Careful, Adrian. You sound impressed. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft for the Don’s little sister.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. His silence said more than words ever could.
Enzo rose slowly, deliberately crossing the room. He stopped in front of you, hand braced on the back of the couch, leaning down just enough to trap you in his shadow. “You keep staring, princesa,” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking about.”
Your pen slipped from your fingers. “I wasn’t—”
“Liar,” Enzo cut in smoothly, smirking.
Adrian moved then, stepping closer until his shoulder brushed yours, his presence steady and grounding. “Back off,” he said, voice calm but firm. His eyes flicked to you, softening. “He’s trying to overwhelm you. Don’t let him.”
Enzo chuckled, glancing at Adrian with a wicked grin. “Relax, amore. I’m just teasing.” Then, more pointedly, his gaze returned to you. “We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
The casual we sent a jolt through you. You’d heard whispers about them, the rumors that they weren’t just business partners but lovers. The way Adrian’s hand brushed Enzo’s wrist as if without thinking, the way Enzo leaned closer to him even as he teased you—it was all there in the air between them.
And now, somehow, you were caught in it.
Your heart pounded, your breaths uneven. You reached for your notebook again, but Enzo’s hand slid over it, pressing it down. His fingers brushed yours deliberately, lingering just long enough to make you shiver.
“Assignments can wait,” he murmured.
Adrian leaned closer on your other side, voice soft and grounding. “If it’s too much, just say so.” His hand rested lightly on the back of the couch, protective, enclosing but not trapping.
Enzo smirked. “See? He plays the gentleman. I don’t.” His thumb brushed the edge of your hand, teasing. “But we’re both thinking the same thing.”
Your chest tightened, caught between Adrian’s quiet intensity and Enzo’s bold fire. One offering you safety. One daring you to burn. And together, both of them pulling you into something you knew was dangerous... but couldn’t look away from.
Enzo’s fingers lingered over yours, his touch deliberate now. He leaned down, his lips brushing so close to your ear that his words seemed to burn against your skin.
“Tell me, princesa... do you always look this innocent when you’re being watched? Or is it just for us?”
Your breath caught, your body tensing, but you couldn’t pull away. His voice sank lower, velvet and sin. “Careful. Men like us don’t take well to being teased.”
Adrian moved closer, his hand brushing lightly along your arm as if to steady you—but even that touch made your skin spark. His eyes searched yours, softer but no less intense.
“Don’t let him scare you,” Adrian murmured, though the way his gaze dipped to your lips betrayed him. “But he’s right. You’ve been staring.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, your chest rising and falling too fast. “I... I wasn’t—”
Enzo cut you off with a low laugh, his thumb tracing slow circles against the back of your hand. “You really are a terrible liar, sweetheart.” His eyes darkened as he tilted his head, leaning in so close his nose almost brushed your cheek. “Want to know a secret?”
Before you could answer, Adrian’s hand slid up, fingers brushing against your jaw as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was tender, protective—but the way his thumb lingered against your skin, the way his breath ghosted over your face... it was far from innocent.
“We don’t mind sharing,” Adrian whispered.
The words slammed into you, your entire body going still.
Enzo chuckled softly, his lips nearly grazing the corner of your mouth now, his breath warm as he finished what Adrian had started. “The question is, princesa... can you handle us?”
You were pinned between them—the steady shield of Adrian and the reckless fire of Enzo—your heart thundering, your body betraying every ounce of desire you were trying to deny.
And for one dizzy, dangerous second, you thought they might actually kiss you.
Enzo’s thumb traced lazily over your skin, his smirk curling like he’d already won. Adrian’s fingers lingered at your jaw, the brush of his touch making your pulse race.
The air was suffocating, heavy with unspoken hunger. You were trapped between them—Enzo leaning close, fire and temptation, Adrian steady and intense, grounding you yet pulling you deeper.
“You’re shaking,” Adrian murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. His eyes burned into yours, dark and unreadable. “Say the word, and we’ll stop.”
Stop. You knew you should say it. You should.
But your lips parted with no sound.
That was all Enzo needed. With a low, wicked laugh, he tipped your chin up with his fingers and closed the distance, his mouth crashing against yours. The kiss was hot, demanding, pulling a gasp from your throat. His lips were rough, claiming, tasting like sin itself.
And then—Adrian moved too. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, steadying you as his lips brushed yours right after Enzo’s. His kiss was slower, deeper, coaxing where Enzo’s was devouring.
The contrast made your head spin. Two different storms. One wild and reckless. One controlled and consuming. Both drowning you.
Enzo pulled back just enough to smirk against your mouth, his voice low and taunting. “See, princesa? I told you... we don’t bite.” His teeth grazed your lower lip as if proving himself wrong. “Unless you beg us to.”
Adrian’s hand pressed lightly against your hip, pulling you closer as his forehead rested against yours. His voice was a whisper, low and possessive. “Careful... once we start, we don’t let go.”
Your heart thundered, your breath ragged, your lips swollen from their kisses. You knew this was dangerous. Forbidden. If your brothers walked in now, blood would be spilled.
And yet, with both of them holding you between their heat and steel, all you could think was— You didn’t want them to stop.
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Enzo (the Fire)
Age: 23 (third oldest brother)
Vibe: Reckless, teasing, charming troublemaker.
Personality Traits:
Bold and shameless—he’ll flirt with you openly, push boundaries, and smirk while doing it.
Has a dark, dangerous aura that makes people both fear and want him.
Extremely confident, a natural seducer—he knows he’s hot and uses it.
Loves to tease, provoke, and see people blush (especially you).
Hot-tempered, quick to act—when angered, he’s violent without hesitation.
Protective, but in a possessive, territorial way. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, Enzo will make sure they regret it.
How he is with you:
Calls you princesa, bambina, or sweetheart.
Always pushing your limits—leans too close, touches too long, makes suggestive comments.
Wants to see you unravel, to prove you can’t resist him.
But beneath the cocky surface, he’s deeply loyal. If someone hurt you, he’d go to war for you.
Adrian (the Ice)
Age: 23 (Swedish mafia heir)
Vibe: Calm, protective, the “gentleman”—but with a possessive, dangerous edge.
Personality Traits:
Calculated, observant—he studies people before acting.
His silence is intimidating; when Adrian speaks, people listen.
Doesn’t waste words—every one he says holds weight.
Protective to the point of obsession—he won’t let anyone or anything harm what’s his.
While Enzo is fire, Adrian is ice—cold, controlled, patient... until he snaps.
How he is with you:
Calls you little one, angel, or darling.
Moves slower, but his touches are deliberate—he’ll cup your jaw, tuck your hair back, guide you with a hand at your waist.
He gives you the choice, always—whispers, “Say stop and I will.” But he’s hoping you won’t.
While Enzo wants to see you fall apart, Adrian wants to claim and protect you completely.
Dangerous in his restraint—he’s the kind of man who will kiss you slow until you beg for more.
Together
Enzo is the chaos; Adrian is the calm.
They balance each other—where Enzo is reckless, Adrian reins him in; where Adrian holds back, Enzo pushes forward.
With you, it becomes a perfect storm: one teases and provokes, the other steadies and consumes.
Both are possessive, both want you—but in very different ways. And neither is willing to give you up.
You were born into power, but also into danger. From the moment you came into the world, you were your family’s greatest weakness—and their enemies knew it. At just a few months old, you were stolen away, hidden in the shadows by kidnappers who thought they could break the most feared dynasty in America.
For fourteen long years, you grew up in captivity, never knowing the truth about your bloodline. But when your captors were finally arrested, your world was ripped open. You were thrust back into your real family’s arms—a family built on secrets, power, and blood.
That was when you learned the truth: your father and six older brothers weren’t just wealthy men running luxury hotels, glittering casinos, and chains of restaurants. That was the mask. Behind it stood something far more dangerous. Your oldest brother, Liam, was the Don of the American Mafia, a legacy passed down through generations—your father before him, and your grandfather before that.
And it didn’t stop there. Your five older cousins carried the same weight, with the eldest—Max—holding the throne of the Italian Mafia, inherited from his father, your uncle. Together, the two families weren’t just powerful; they were untouchable.
But amidst the steel walls of overprotection, you had Theo. Just nine months older than you, he wasn’t just your cousin, but your anchor—the one person who understood you without needing words. Unlike your other brothers, Theo wasn’t suffocatingly overprotective; he was your partner-in-crime, your best friend, the one who could make you laugh even when your world felt heavy. He was also tight with Adrian and Enzo, two mysterious classmates who didn’t quite fit in but had a dangerous pull about them.
What you didn’t know was that Adrian and Enzo weren’t ordinary either. They were heirs—Dons in their own right—of the Swedish and British Mafias, allies bound in blood to your family’s empire. While you thought they were just enigmatic boys with sharp eyes and sharper tongues, they were watching you just as closely as your family was.
And then there was you—nineteen, caught between the innocence stolen from you as a child and the dark inheritance waiting at your feet. You were breathtaking, and everyone knew it—strangers, classmates, even enemies. Your brothers’ overprotectiveness wasn’t just family duty, it was survival. In a world where beauty was both a gift and a curse, you couldn’t walk through a room without eyes following you. The whispers, the stares, the attention—it was endless. But beneath it all, you were still trying to figure out who you were beyond being someone’s sister, someone’s cousin, someone’s heir.
After college, you thought maybe—just maybe—you’d get a moment of normalcy. But normal didn’t exist in your world.
Your father, Liam, and Elijah (your third-oldest brother) had an important sit-down with allies—two of the most dangerous players in Europe: the British and Swedish Mafias. Normally, you’d be kept far, far away from meetings like this, but the situation had changed.
A few nights ago, there had been a break-in at your family’s estate. An attempted hit, maybe. A warning, maybe. Either way, your brothers had doubled security, but no one was willing to risk leaving you alone—not when you were still the most vulnerable piece on the board.
So, for the first time, they brought you along.
The car ride had been tense. Your father’s jaw locked, Liam’s expression unreadable, Enzo cracking his knuckles against the leather seat like a silent threat. You weren’t supposed to speak, weren’t supposed to look curious—you were there to blend in. But you knew better than anyone that nothing about you ever blended.
When the doors to the meeting hall opened, you realized just how dangerous this gathering really was.
The British Mafia Don and the Swedish Mafia Don weren’t just “names” whispered in the underground—they were legends. They held themselves with the kind of power that made entire rooms fall silent. And yet, when their eyes landed on you, you saw something flicker there—interest, amusement, danger.
Because what you didn’t know was that these two men weren’t just allies. They had their own empire, their own darkness. And worse? They weren’t strangers to you. Adrian and Enzo. The same Adrian and Enzo you’d brushed shoulders with back in school, Theo’s “friends,” the boys you had dismissed as just being...intense.
Now they were here, seated across from your family, every inch a Don. The realization hit you like a punch to the chest.
And while your father and Liam discussed terms, your presence became the unspoken tension in the room. Adrian’s eyes lingered too long. Enzo’s smirk tugged at the corner of his lips whenever your brothers bristled. It was like they were daring your family to notice, daring you to realize just how much power they truly held.
For the first time, you weren’t just watching the mafia world—you were sitting at the heart of it. And the most dangerous men in the room weren’t the ones guarding you. They were the ones staring at you.
You weren’t supposed to be here. The meeting was for your father, Liam, and your brother Elijha—their voices carrying the weight of empires, their every word a weapon. You were just the Don’s little sister, tucked on the couch with your laptop and notebooks, pretending you belonged anywhere but here.
Your pen scratched across the page as you worked through your assignment, though your focus kept slipping. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes betrayed you. They drifted to them.
Adrian and Enzo. The British and Swedish Dons. Legends, feared by the underground, men who carried themselves with the kind of effortless dominance that bent entire rooms to their will.
And yet, they kept looking at you.
Adrian’s gaze was subtle, careful—like he didn’t want to be caught. But you felt it, every time his eyes softened when your brow furrowed over a problem, every time he checked on you like a silent protector. Enzo’s attention, however, was anything but subtle. He didn’t even pretend to look away. When you glanced up, his eyes were already on you, smirk curling his lips as if daring you to admit you’d been staring too.
Your father and brothers hadn’t noticed, too focused on strategy and alliances. But the tension simmering between you and the two Dons was impossible to ignore. Every glance was a spark. Every shift in your seat was a flame.
When the meeting finally ended, Liam gave you a firm look before standing. “Stay here.” He, your father, and your brother left with the guards, doors shutting with a heavy thud that echoed in the silence.
And suddenly, you were alone.
You kept your head down, pen moving furiously across your notebook, pretending to be absorbed in your work. But then Enzo’s voice cut through the silence.
“You study even here?” His tone was low, edged with amusement. You glanced up to find him leaning back in his chair, watching you like a cat with a cornered mouse. “Tell me, princess—are you really this disciplined, or just avoiding looking at us?”
Your cheeks heated. “I’m busy,” you muttered.
Adrian chuckled softly, the sound smooth, calming. “Ignore him. He enjoys getting reactions he doesn’t deserve.” His gaze lingered on your notes. “What are you working on?”
“Assignments,” you admitted with a sigh. “College doesn’t stop for... all of this.”
“Smart girl,” Adrian said quietly, and the simple words made your stomach twist.
Enzo’s smirk deepened. “Careful, Adrian. You sound impressed. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft for the Don’s little sister.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. His silence said more than words ever could.
Enzo rose slowly, deliberately crossing the room. He stopped in front of you, hand braced on the back of the couch, leaning down just enough to trap you in his shadow. “You keep staring, princesa,” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking about.”
Your pen slipped from your fingers. “I wasn’t—”
“Liar,” Enzo cut in smoothly, smirking.
Adrian moved then, stepping closer until his shoulder brushed yours, his presence steady and grounding. “Back off,” he said, voice calm but firm. His eyes flicked to you, softening. “He’s trying to overwhelm you. Don’t let him.”
Enzo chuckled, glancing at Adrian with a wicked grin. “Relax, amore. I’m just teasing.” Then, more pointedly, his gaze returned to you. “We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
The casual we sent a jolt through you. You’d heard whispers about them, the rumors that they weren’t just business partners but lovers. The way Adrian’s hand brushed Enzo’s wrist as if without thinking, the way Enzo leaned closer to him even as he teased you—it was all there in the air between them.
And now, somehow, you were caught in it.
Your heart pounded, your breaths uneven. You reached for your notebook again, but Enzo’s hand slid over it, pressing it down. His fingers brushed yours deliberately, lingering just long enough to make you shiver.
“Assignments can wait,” he murmured.
Adrian leaned closer on your other side, voice soft and grounding. “If it’s too much, just say so.” His hand rested lightly on the back of the couch, protective, enclosing but not trapping.
Enzo smirked. “See? He plays the gentleman. I don’t.” His thumb brushed the edge of your hand, teasing. “But we’re both thinking the same thing.”
Your chest tightened, caught between Adrian’s quiet intensity and Enzo’s bold fire. One offering you safety. One daring you to burn. And together, both of them pulling you into something you knew was dangerous... but couldn’t look away from.
Enzo’s fingers lingered over yours, his touch deliberate now. He leaned down, his lips brushing so close to your ear that his words seemed to burn against your skin.
“Tell me, princesa... do you always look this innocent when you’re being watched? Or is it just for us?”
Your breath caught, your body tensing, but you couldn’t pull away. His voice sank lower, velvet and sin. “Careful. Men like us don’t take well to being teased.”
Adrian moved closer, his hand brushing lightly along your arm as if to steady you—but even that touch made your skin spark. His eyes searched yours, softer but no less intense.
“Don’t let him scare you,” Adrian murmured, though the way his gaze dipped to your lips betrayed him. “But he’s right. You’ve been staring.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, your chest rising and falling too fast. “I... I wasn’t—”
Enzo cut you off with a low laugh, his thumb tracing slow circles against the back of your hand. “You really are a terrible liar, sweetheart.” His eyes darkened as he tilted his head, leaning in so close his nose almost brushed your cheek. “Want to know a secret?”
Before you could answer, Adrian’s hand slid up, fingers brushing against your jaw as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was tender, protective—but the way his thumb lingered against your skin, the way his breath ghosted over your face... it was far from innocent.
“We don’t mind sharing,” Adrian whispered.
The words slammed into you, your entire body going still.
Enzo chuckled softly, his lips nearly grazing the corner of your mouth now, his breath warm as he finished what Adrian had started. “The question is, princesa... can you handle us?”
You were pinned between them—the steady shield of Adrian and the reckless fire of Enzo—your heart thundering, your body betraying every ounce of desire you were trying to deny.
And for one dizzy, dangerous second, you thought they might actually kiss you.
Enzo’s thumb traced lazily over your skin, his smirk curling like he’d already won. Adrian’s fingers lingered at your jaw, the brush of his touch making your pulse race.
The air was suffocating, heavy with unspoken hunger. You were trapped between them—Enzo leaning close, fire and temptation, Adrian steady and intense, grounding you yet pulling you deeper.
“You’re shaking,” Adrian murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. His eyes burned into yours, dark and unreadable. “Say the word, and we’ll stop.”
Stop. You knew you should say it. You should.
But your lips parted with no sound.
That was all Enzo needed. With a low, wicked laugh, he tipped your chin up with his fingers and closed the distance, his mouth crashing against yours. The kiss was hot, demanding, pulling a gasp from your throat. His lips were rough, claiming, tasting like sin itself.
And then—Adrian moved too. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, steadying you as his lips brushed yours right after Enzo’s. His kiss was slower, deeper, coaxing where Enzo’s was devouring.
The contrast made your head spin. Two different storms. One wild and reckless. One controlled and consuming. Both drowning you.
Enzo pulled back just enough to smirk against your mouth, his voice low and taunting. “See, princesa? I told you... we don’t bite.” His teeth grazed your lower lip as if proving himself wrong. “Unless you beg us to.”
Adrian’s hand pressed lightly against your hip, pulling you closer as his forehead rested against yours. His voice was a whisper, low and possessive. “Careful... once we start, we don’t let go.”
Your heart thundered, your breath ragged, your lips swollen from their kisses. You knew this was dangerous. Forbidden. If your brothers walked in now, blood would be spilled.
And yet, with both of them holding you between their heat and steel, all you could think was— You didn’t want them to stop.
You weren’t supposed to be here. The meeting was for your father, Liam, and your brother Elijha—their voices carrying the weight of empires, their every word a weapon. You were just the Don’s little sister, tucked on the couch with your laptop and notebooks, pretending you belonged anywhere but here.
Your pen scratched across the page as you worked through your assignment, though your focus kept slipping. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes betrayed you. They drifted to them.
Adrian and Enzo. The British and Swedish Dons. Legends, feared by the underground, men who carried themselves with the kind of effortless dominance that bent entire rooms to their will.
And yet, they kept looking at you.
Adrian’s gaze was subtle, careful—like he didn’t want to be caught. But you felt it, every time his eyes softened when your brow furrowed over a problem, every time he checked on you like a silent protector. Enzo’s attention, however, was anything but subtle. He didn’t even pretend to look away. When you glanced up, his eyes were already on you, smirk curling his lips as if daring you to admit you’d been staring too.
Your father and brothers hadn’t noticed, too focused on strategy and alliances. But the tension simmering between you and the two Dons was impossible to ignore. Every glance was a spark. Every shift in your seat was a flame.
When the meeting finally ended, Liam gave you a firm look before standing. “Stay here.” He, your father, and your brother left with the guards, doors shutting with a heavy thud that echoed in the silence.
And suddenly, you were alone.
You kept your head down, pen moving furiously across your notebook, pretending to be absorbed in your work. But then Enzo’s voice cut through the silence.
“You study even here?” His tone was low, edged with amusement. You glanced up to find him leaning back in his chair, watching you like a cat with a cornered mouse. “Tell me, princess—are you really this disciplined, or just avoiding looking at us?”
Your cheeks heated. “I’m busy,” you muttered.
Adrian chuckled softly, the sound smooth, calming. “Ignore him. He enjoys getting reactions he doesn’t deserve.” His gaze lingered on your notes. “What are you working on?”
“Assignments,” you admitted with a sigh. “College doesn’t stop for… all of this.”
“Smart girl,” Adrian said quietly, and the simple words made your stomach twist.
Enzo’s smirk deepened. “Careful, Adrian. You sound impressed. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft for the Don’s little sister.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. His silence said more than words ever could.
Enzo rose slowly, deliberately crossing the room. He stopped in front of you, hand braced on the back of the couch, leaning down just enough to trap you in his shadow. “You keep staring, princesa,” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking about.”
Your pen slipped from your fingers. “I wasn’t—”
“Liar,” Enzo cut in smoothly, smirking.
Adrian moved then, stepping closer until his shoulder brushed yours, his presence steady and grounding. “Back off,” he said, voice calm but firm. His eyes flicked to you, softening. “He’s trying to overwhelm you. Don’t let him.”
Enzo chuckled, glancing at Adrian with a wicked grin. “Relax, amore. I’m just teasing.” Then, more pointedly, his gaze returned to you. “We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
The casual we sent a jolt through you. You’d heard whispers about them, the rumors that they weren’t just business partners but lovers. The way Adrian’s hand brushed Enzo’s wrist as if without thinking, the way Enzo leaned closer to him even as he teased you—it was all there in the air between them.
And now, somehow, you were caught in it.
Your heart pounded, your breaths uneven. You reached for your notebook again, but Enzo’s hand slid over it, pressing it down. His fingers brushed yours deliberately, lingering just long enough to make you shiver.
“Assignments can wait,” he murmured.
Adrian leaned closer on your other side, voice soft and grounding. “If it’s too much, just say so.” His hand rested lightly on the back of the couch, protective, enclosing but not trapping.
Enzo smirked. “See? He plays the gentleman. I don’t.” His thumb brushed the edge of your hand, teasing. “But we’re both thinking the same thing.”
Your chest tightened, caught between Adrian’s quiet intensity and Enzo’s bold fire. One offering you safety. One daring you to burn. And together, both of them pulling you into something you knew was dangerous… but couldn’t look away from.
Enzo’s fingers lingered over yours, his touch deliberate now. He leaned down, his lips brushing so close to your ear that his words seemed to burn against your skin.
“Tell me, princesa… do you always look this innocent when you’re being watched? Or is it just for us?”
Your breath caught, your body tensing, but you couldn’t pull away. His voice sank lower, velvet and sin. “Careful. Men like us don’t take well to being teased.”
Adrian moved closer, his hand brushing lightly along your arm as if to steady you—but even that touch made your skin spark. His eyes searched yours, softer but no less intense.
“Don’t let him scare you,” Adrian murmured, though the way his gaze dipped to your lips betrayed him. “But he’s right. You’ve been staring.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, your chest rising and falling too fast. “I… I wasn’t—”
Enzo cut you off with a low laugh, his thumb tracing slow circles against the back of your hand. “You really are a terrible liar, sweetheart.” His eyes darkened as he tilted his head, leaning in so close his nose almost brushed your cheek. “Want to know a secret?”
Before you could answer, Adrian’s hand slid up, fingers brushing against your jaw as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was tender, protective—but the way his thumb lingered against your skin, the way his breath ghosted over your face… it was far from innocent.
“We don’t mind sharing,” Adrian whispered.
The words slammed into you, your entire body going still.
Enzo chuckled softly, his lips nearly grazing the corner of your mouth now, his breath warm as he finished what Adrian had started. “The question is, princesa… can you handle us?”
You were pinned between them—the steady shield of Adrian and the reckless fire of Enzo—your heart thundering, your body betraying every ounce of desire you were trying to deny.
And for one dizzy, dangerous second, you thought they might actually kiss you.
Enzo’s thumb traced lazily over your skin, his smirk curling like he’d already won. Adrian’s fingers lingered at your jaw, the brush of his touch making your pulse race.
The air was suffocating, heavy with unspoken hunger. You were trapped between them—Enzo leaning close, fire and temptation, Adrian steady and intense, grounding you yet pulling you deeper.
“You’re shaking,” Adrian murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. His eyes burned into yours, dark and unreadable. “Say the word, and we’ll stop.”
Stop. You knew you should say it. You should.
But your lips parted with no sound.
That was all Enzo needed. With a low, wicked laugh, he tipped your chin up with his fingers and closed the distance, his mouth crashing against yours. The kiss was hot, demanding, pulling a gasp from your throat. His lips were rough, claiming, tasting like sin itself.
And then—Adrian moved too. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, steadying you as his lips brushed yours right after Enzo’s. His kiss was slower, deeper, coaxing where Enzo’s was devouring.
The contrast made your head spin. Two different storms. One wild and reckless. One controlled and consuming. Both drowning you.
Enzo pulled back just enough to smirk against your mouth, his voice low and taunting. “See, princesa? I told you… we don’t bite.” His teeth grazed your lower lip as if proving himself wrong. “Unless you beg us to.”
Adrian’s hand pressed lightly against your hip, pulling you closer as his forehead rested against yours. His voice was a whisper, low and possessive. “Careful… once we start, we don’t let go.”
Your heart thundered, your breath ragged, your lips swollen from their kisses. You knew this was dangerous. Forbidden. If your brothers walked in now, blood would be spilled.
And yet, with both of them holding you between their heat and steel, all you could think was— You didn’t want them to stop.
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