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And that scared me more than anything else.
ChapterFive
Enzo
The meal I shared with Bianca had been one of the best, most easygoing nights I’d had in a very long time. She was smart and articulate, her voice holding this sweet, soft cadence to it that drew me in and had me wanting a hell of a lot of things I shouldn’t—things I didn’t deserve.
She was quiet while she sat beside me as I drove her home. That was the last thing I wanted to do: take her home. I’d much prefer to drive right to my penthouse, to slowly strip her out of that dress and reveal her curves and beautiful body.
I started getting hard and shifted on the seat, my hands tightening slightly on the steering wheel so I didn’t reach down and adjust myself and make it known I was sporting an erection.
But when Bianca cleared her throat, started fidgeting with the edge of her dress, and kept glancing in my direction, I knew she had something to talk about. To ask me.
My arousal took a backseat as I waited patiently for her to say what was on her mind. I was sure she’d heard things about me at Seeking Curves—about what I did and who I was associated with.
Because even if people feared you, were afraid of the power you wielded, they talked. They ran their mouths and made others fearful. And I didn’t mind, because it kept others in place, let them know who was at the top and who they needed to be wary of.
Fear had people falling in line, outsiders as well as associates within The Family.
Although I’d never admitted to any illegitimate associations, it wasn’t a secret about my organized crime ties, especially in the media.
But she stayed silent, and I didn’t press. I knew she probably had whatever she wanted to ask on her mind all evening, and I was mildly surprised she hadn’t said anything during dinner. Although I was pleased by that fact.
Enjoying a meal with Bianca tonight had been extremely satisfying and pleasant, and I wanted more of these evenings. I wanted so much more. But the truth was if she’d asked about my involvement in… other things, I wouldn’t lie. To an extent, she’d know the truth. And that would have definitely put a dark cloud over the evening.
And the only reason I wouldn’t flat-out lie about who I was and what I was involved in was for the simple fact that I had no plans on letting her go. I’d deemed her mine from the moment I saw her.
Ten minutes later, I was pulling the car into the parking lot of her apartment complex. I took a spot close to the front doors, not wanting her to walk any farther in the dark than she had to. Although I would have much rather walked her to her front door to assure she got there safely, I had a feeling she wouldn’t have cared for that on the first date. She seemed very independent, and that also made me want her even more.
I was so used to the submissive side from people when they were around me. They inherently feared me, and rightfully so. Most because they knew who I was, but others because they had a sixth sense that I wasn’t quite “right”; that danger surrounded me. They’d also be correct on that front, as well.
I glanced at Bianca, my protective instinct for her intense and consuming and not something I was familiar with. Aside from my mother and brother, I didn’t love, didn’t care what others thought or how they felt.
Simply put… I wasn’t a good man.
I left the car running, giving her a sense of safety. If I had cut the ignition, she might have felt like I expected to be invited inside. Although that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be balls-deep in her pussy, to claim that part of her in every single fucking way imaginable.
I shifted on the seat slightly again to ease the ache that settled in my groin, but also so I could face her. Bianca wasn’t returning my attention, her focus on her hands, which were clasped tightly together in her lap. The silky, straight fall of her hair hid her face from me, and the sweet scent that clung to her skin filled the interior of the vehicle. It was that intoxicating aroma that had fire moving through my veins.
Never had I desired anyone the way I desired Bianca. She was the accelerant to the flames burning inside me, the flint to my matchstick.
But still, I sat there and waited, watching her, unable to take my gaze from her. I waited for her to gather the strength to ask what she really wanted to.
She exhaled roughly and finally looked up at me, her eyes widening as she took in the expression on my face. I didn’t try to hide my knowing look back, didn’t try to mask the fact that I was already very aware where this conversation was headed.
But I had to give credit where it was due. Even though she clearly heard or had seen things about me, she’d still agreed to go out with me tonight, and I could tell she enjoyed herself genuinely.
“What do you do for a living?” Bianca finally asked, and although we’d spoken at dinner, exchanged pleasantries and generalizations, I kept the topics on her. I’d wanted her to speak, wanted to know every detail abouther.
Because although I’d obviously done my research on the curvy blonde, I’d wanted to hear Bianca Alfonso’s life from her pretty lips.
“I’m a businessman. Owner of restaurants, companies, and handle mergers or corporations together—”
“No,” she said softly. “I asked what you do for a living, not what’s easily found on an internet search.”
I felt a dangerous thrill move through me because of her sharp tongue. Never had anyone spoken to me, let alone questioned me, like she just had. And although her tone was pleasant and gentle, there was a strength inside her that had the blood rushing in my veins with dark promise.
Instantly, my body reacted. My cock thickening, hardening, my pulse racing. My skin felt tight over my limbs, and the leather on the steering wheel creaked once more for how tightly I gripped my hands around it.
