"Are we really supposed to believe that you are the secret weapon that has kept Don Patelli in power for so many years?" Enzo scoffs. He's tall, probably six feet—maybe six foot one. His blue eyes and black hair compliment his golden skin tone and Italian accent like milk compliments cookies. It's no surprise he's considered a womanizer, with looks like that, and a voice deep enough to soak a girl's underwear with one word, chicks probably fall at his feet and beg for a taste. It's not surprising any of them are playboys, Enzo isn't the only one who's mouthwatering. Both Luca and Santiago are insanely attractive as well, each standing at about six feet tall—just slightly shorter than Enzo. Luca's black hair and brown eyes are charming, but the dimples that appear when he smiles or smirks are tantalizing. Santiago's brown hair frames his face, including the intense blue eyes that stare into my soul. And the leather jacket he's known for adds to the allure of his dangerous aura.
"You have really nice tattoos," I say to Luca as I admire his sleeves of colorful ink. "How many do you have?"
"Are you done checking us out now? Because we'd like an answer to Enzo's question," he remarks, his smirk showcasing those provocative dimples.
"You can joke all you want. I'm telling the truth. My father spent years training me and preparing me. He may have kept me locked up, but despite what everyone else believes, it wasn't for my protection. It was for yours."
"Quite an ego you have there," Enzo snarks.
"It's called honesty," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Cosa ne pensi?" Enzo turns to the other guys and asks. (What do you think)
"Sta mentendo, non è possibile che la viziata principessa mafiosa di Patelli sia la sua arma definitiva!" Santiago exclaims. (She's lying, there's no way that Patelli's spoiled mafia princess is his ultimate weapon)
"Se parlerai di qualcuno in italiano, probabilmente dovresti prima capire se conosce o meno l'italiano," I say as I inspect my nails in a bored manner. (If you're going to talk about someone in Italian, you should probably figure out whether or not they know Italian first)
All three men's eyebrows raise in surprise before Enzo addresses me in English, "you speak Italian?"
"I'm fluent in sixteen languages, including sign language."
"That's not possible," Luca scoffs.
"I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of one-hundred-eighty eight. I'm literally a genius. When my father realized that, he decided to train me mentally and physically until I became a weapon. I'll tell you more, but only if you agree to help me kill Matteo Brooks and avenge my father's death."
"If your father turned you into a weapon, then why would you want to avenge him?" Luca asks.
"He may have pushed me, and he may have been a dick sometimes, but he was still my father. He loved me, and I love him. He was all I had after my mom died, and Matteo took him away from me because he's a greedy, power-hungry asshole. Now, for the last fucking time—are you going to help me or not?"
The Trio look at each other as if conversing silently with their eyes. Enzo sighs and pauses before finally meeting my eyes again, "you are still the enemy, but Brooks is a bigger threat. If you want an alliance, you have a temporary one. But once we defeat him, you will leave us alone. Understood?"
"You say that as if I want to be near you any longer than I absolutely need to be. We do this, kill him, I take my place on my father's throne, and you three fuck out of my life," I retort.
"Not a chance in hell! You came to us for help, we get Patelli's power, not you," Santiago declares.
"I am a Patelli! Hell, I'm THE Patelli!"
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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...
