Whoever's in our penthouse is fucked—they're dead meat.
We enter the hotel and Martha greets us at the front desk. She's been working for us for years, a sweet older woman who lost her husband to cancer. She tells us to be safe and sends us on our way to our private elevator through the locked door behind the desk.
"When we get up there, I want both of you on high alert. I don't know who this guy is, or how he managed to get up here, but I want to find out," I say.
"So don't kill him then?" Santiago asks, sounding slightly disappointed.
"Not until we have some answers."
The elevator door opens to a dark penthouse. I point to the sides, signaling the guys to check the side rooms while I check the main area.
"Clear," Santiago whispers when he comes back.
"Same on my side," Luca agrees.
"They're in the bedroom then. Fuck. That's supposed to be a special place, and now it's going to be tainted. Whoever this dude is, I'm gonna rip him apart," I say.
We walk to the closed door, guns raised and on high alert. I open the door and Luca flips the light switch on, revealing a hot young woman sitting on the large bed and all five security guys tied to the bed frame.
"Took you long enough," she scoffs as a smirk flashes across her face momentarily.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you in our house?" I demand.
"Technically, this is just your downtown penthouse. If I wanted to really freak you out, I would've snuck into that giant eyesore on the outskirts of the city that you call a home."
"You have five seconds to tell us who you are and why you're here," Luca interjects.
"This needs to be a private meeting," she says, "it's a sensitive matter." She pulls out a knife and cuts the ropes holding our security team down. "Okay, get out."
"You don't order our men around," I state.
"Fine, if it will keep your precious ego intact, you can tell them to leave yourself."
"And why should we do that instead of arresting your ass right here?" Santiago asks.
"Because then you'll never get answers, and I can tell all three of you are itching to know who I am and how I got in here."
"Stand down and head back downstairs," I order. "We can handle it from here." The guards mumble a "yes boss" before retreating.
"Now who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?" Luca demands.
"Do you know who Don Eduardo Patelli is?" she asks, batting her eyelashes as if she's some innocent little girl.
"What's it to you?" I sneer.
"He's my father," she says. "And he's dead."
"Holy fuck," I mumble. She's Wren Patelli? I don't think she's ever left the house, let alone her state. Although, I can see why her father would lock her up. Her tanned olive skin contrasts her breathtaking green eyes, and her long black hair tickles her back as she leans against the bed. She might as well be a siren with how enticing she is—full lips worthy of being kissed and nibbled for hours, curves that would make any man sell his soul just to touch. Her jean shorts leave little to the imagination, yet I find myself longing to rip them off her body. The hoodie doesn't do much to hide the upper-half of her figure, either. I wonder what color her nipples are, and if they're sensitive. I break my stare from checking her out to look at Santiago and Luca; they're in the same trance. This girl is dangerous—for all of us.
"What do you mean, your father is dead?" Santiago breaks the silence, snapping Luca out of his trance as well.
"He's gone, in heaven, at peace, no more, departed, pulseless, how many definitions and synonyms do you need?"
"Well, we definitely don't need the fucking sass," I remark.
"That's too bad because more than half of my vocabulary is sarcasm. Look, I came here to offer to help you."
"How did you get in here? We have some of the most advanced security out there."
"It's not important," Wren waves her hand as if to shoo my question away.
"No, I think it is. Who helped you get up here?"
"Nobody."
"So you got up here all by yourself?"
"It wasn't as hard as you make it sound."
"Then explain it to me."
"We're getting off track here," she sighs. "My father, Don Patelli is dead. Will you hear out my offer, or should I find someone else to help me?"
"So you came to us to ask for help, not to offer your help," I laugh.
"Both. I mean, it goes both ways. Now are you going to shut up or should I leave now?" Wren glares at me as if her eyes can shoot lasers at my head.
"Go ahead, princess," I say with a smirk as I cross my arms against my chest.
"Matteo Brooks killed my father for his power, which means we have a common enemy. You need me if you want to take him down"
"Why would we need some spoiled mafia princess?"
"Because you want what everyone else wants. Eduardo Patelli's secret weapon—the one that kept him at the top of the food chain for all these years."
"Like he would tell you about it," Santiago sneered. "Everyone knows he shielded you from the world. We all know he died with those details."
"Shielded me?" Wren laughed in disbelief. "That's what everyone thinks, but he kept me hidden for other reasons. I didn't grow up in some fancy bedroom with rose-colored glasses attached to my eyes. Now, do we have an alliance or not?"
"Give us one good reason not to kill you right now and go after Brooks ourselves," Luca demanded.
"Because I am my father's secret weapon—which means you three now have access to the source of Don Patelli's power. So, are you going to help me avenge my father's death? Or are you going to pass up the opportunity to seize the power you've worked for your entire lives?"
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Weaponizing Wren
Romance"Matteo Brooks killed my father for his power, which means we have a common enemy. You need me if you want to take him down." "Why would we need some spoiled mafia princess?" "Because you want what everyone else wants. Eduardo Patelli's secret weapo...
