FALLING FOR THE ENEMY WITHIN

ng to every touch, every kiss, every flick of my tongue on her skin. I could see her thighs quiver a

pered breathlessly, her

Her body writhed, desperate for more, but even as I pulled her closer to

breath became faster. A finger digging into my back as she moan

It was like I was watching the scene from outside my bo

up, my back to her as I reached for my pants

at it never was? No matter how many women I had, no matter how many times I tried to bur

nded on the door, I had grown frustrated. "What the hell do

, his expression calm as usual. "Your grandmo

my side. "Are you out of your damn mind? Ca

used to my temper, used to the chaos I

ver had any control over me. The woman I pretended to be the perfect grandson for. The woman who thought I was a resp

yes wide with confusion and impatience. "Get

ot to argue. As she gathered her clothes, I sho

frustration, not because of the interruption, but because I knew no matte

e, because I was broken in many ways she could never imagin

mpire with my bare hands, ruling the underworld with blood and fire. People knew me as a man who could

bricks. My grandma seemed to believe I was a businessman, so unrespectable, who could carry on the fa

ice, I felt a smile kissing her on the

he guilt ground at me. "Lorenzo, I've been thinking," she says softly. "

e only thing I couldn't give her. I forced a smile, running a h

ou are the last of the family line. You need to carr

t was impossible, that I was broken in a way that I couldn't fix? I couldn't, so I

needed to clear my head, to forget, even if just for a few hours. I headed straight to the masked club, the only

de me. A dangerous storm, waiting to explode. I drowned in drinks, alcoh

d to lose myself in the destruction of the thought. But tonight, i

ver be the man my grandmother wanted, and no amount of power control or bloodshed could change that. As I sat the

wearing a mask. I l stared at her from where I was seated. Her body was glued t

need her for to