FALLING FOR THE ENEMY WITHIN

The room was heavy with a scent of lust and sweat. I heard her moaning beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, every flick of my tongue on her skin. I could see her thighs quiver as my fingers walked deep inside her. She gulped, aching her back, pulling me closer with needy hands.

"More Lorenzo," she whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with desire.

I smirked, trailing my lips down to her breast, sucking one into my mouth. Her body writhed, desperate for more, but even as I pulled her closer to the edge, there was nothing in me that could follow. It was always the same.

I slide my fingers deeper. A slick warmth coated my hands. Her breath became faster. A finger digging into my back as she moaned louder. Her release until she finally shattered beneath me.

Her moan echoed in the room, but I barely felt anything. It was like I was watching the scene from outside my body detached- hollow. She collapsed on the bed trembling.

But inside me there was just nothing. I sat up, my back to her as I reached for my pants. "That was amazing."She breathed beneath me.

I didn't respond. I just couldn't. What was I supposed to say? That it wasn't enough? That it never was? No matter how many women I had, no matter how many times I tried to bury myself in them, it just didn't change the fact that I couldn't impregnate any of them.

I clenched my jaw, pulling on my shirt. Just as a knock sounded on the door, I had grown frustrated. "What the hell do you want?." I barked, irritation in my voice, unmistakable.

The door creaked open and Enzo stepped inside, his expression calm as usual. "Your grandmother called, sir. She wants you at the office."

I turned to glare at him, fists clenching at my side. "Are you out of your damn mind? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?."

Enzo didn't flinch. He never did. He was used to my temper, used to the chaos I strived in. "She said it's very urgent."

I growled under my brace, barely holding back my rage. Of course she had called. My grandma was the only person who ever had any control over me. The woman I pretended to be the perfect grandson for. The woman who thought I was a respectable businessman. She didn't know the truth, that I was a mafia lord, feared by everyone and who crossed my path.

I turned back to the woman in the bed, her eyes wide with confusion and impatience. "Get dressed," I said flatly. "We are done here."

She huffed, clearly annoyed, but smart enough not to argue. As she gathered her clothes, I shot Enzo another glare. "I'll deal with you later,"

Enzo nodded without a word. Stepping out of the room, I was burning with frustration, not because of the interruption, but because I knew no matter how much I pretended, I couldn't be what my grandmother wanted me to be.

She had no idea that the heir she hoped for would never come, because I was broken in many ways she could never imagine. But she wasn't the only one who didn't know. No one knew.

The answer was, I was Lorenzo, the ruthless mafia lord, feared by many, respected by many. I built an empire with my bare hands, ruling the underworld with blood and fire. People knew me as a man who could make anyone disappear with a single word. But the power that controlled me was nothing when I was alone.

As I drove to my grandmother's office, the weight of my double life pressed down on me like a ton of bricks. My grandma seemed to believe I was a businessman, so unrespectable, who could carry on the family legacy. She had no idea that I was really, she had no idea what I really was, a killer, a monster.

When I arrived at my grandmother's office, I felt a smile kissing her on the cheek. "What was going on, Grandma?."

She smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of me, and for a moment, the guilt ground at me. "Lorenzo, I've been thinking," she says softly. " I want to see you settle down. Give me a great grandchild before I go."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. A child, a family, the only thing I couldn't give her. I forced a smile, running a hand through my hair. "Grandma, you know I'm not ready for that."

She frowned, her eyes filled with worry. "Lorenzo, you are the last of the family line. You need to carry all the family's lineage and name. Please, for me."

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with guilt. How could I explain to her that it was impossible, that I was broken in a way that I couldn't fix? I couldn't, so I did what I always did. "I would think about it,"I said, my voice tight, "I promise."

She smiled, satisfied, but all I felt was dread. As I left the office, the weight of my expectation crushed me. I needed to clear my head, to forget, even if just for a few hours. I headed straight to the masked club, the only place that ever made me feel anything close to calm. The light, the music, the women was the chaos I strived in.

But tonight, even though that wasn't enough, the frustration boiled inside me. A dangerous storm, waiting to explode. I drowned in drinks, alcohol drinks, watching the women dance, their bodies moving to the rhythm.

Normally, I would have taken one of them upstairs by now, and tried to lose myself in the destruction of the thought. But tonight, it was different. The emptiness inside of me was too loud, even now.

And no matter how many drinks I had, no matter how much I tried to forget, I couldn't shake the truth. I could never be the man my grandmother wanted, and no amount of power control or bloodshed could change that. As I sat there and drowned in my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder how long before everything I'd built came crashing down.

But soon, I looked to my side, and my eyes met with the beautiful maiden who was wearing a mask. I l stared at her from where I was seated. Her body was glued to the black dress she was wearing. "Very sexy body." I smirked, grabbing the wine.

"I think I will need her for tonight." I smiled.