"I'll follow you to your house in my car," I say.
Enzo scoffs, "not a chance in hell. I want to keep an eye on you."
"I can drive myself," I argue, narrowing my eyes at him.
"I'm aware that you're capable of doing so, but I'm saying no."
"Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"The name is Enzo Lombardi, nice to meet you."
"Your sarcasm could be better."
"Maybe if you're a good girl and listen, I'll let you give me lessons," he smirks, taking a step closer to me.
"Fuck off Lombardi."
"So now we're on last name terms?"
"If it will get you to take a step back and leave me alone, then sure."
He laughs and steps back from invading my space, "you're entertaining, but you're still riding in our car."
"What am I supposed to do with my car?"
"Give me the keys, and I'll have someone park it in the private section of the garage."
"And what if I need to leave the house?"
"You're not going anywhere without one of us anyway," Luca chimes in.
"Excuse me? I don't remember agreeing to give up my freedom," I retort.
"Listen here sweetheart, you're gonna be living under our roof which means you'll follow our rules," Enzo says.
"If you think I'm gonna sit back like some passive little girl, you are dead fucking wrong," I challenge.
"We don't necessarily expect you to sit back little one, but if you want to lay down for us, I don't think we would complain," Luca smirks.
"In your dreams," I sneer.
"Only the wet ones," he winks.
"I hate to interrupt this love-fest, but I need the princess to give me her fucking keys, so we can go downstairs and head back to the house," Enzo says as he holds his hand out to take my keys. "We still need to figure out how to figure out the patterns of those differences in our numbers."
"What differences?" I question.
"None of your business," he responds.
I roll my eyes, "if you tell me, I might be able to help you."
"We have some discrepancies in our numbers from our main casino, and we need someone to code a program to find the pattern, so we can figure out where the money is going. If we can find a pattern, we can locate which cage the money is going missing from, and then we'll know who's taking it," Luca explains.
"Oh sure, just tell the enemy something we haven't even told some of our men," Santiago comments dryly.
"I can code a program to go through the numbers and find the pattern in the discrepancies," I offer. "But only if you take me to Italy with you when you go to confront whoever took the money. I've never been there, and I really want to visit. It's so beautiful there, and the culture is just incredible."
"What makes you think we're going there anyway?" Enzo asks.
I cross my arms and roll my eyes, "because you guys aren't going to let something like that go."
"Tell you what, princess, you give me your keys and get in my car and code a program for us, and we'll take you to Italy with us."
"Deal," I agree, handing him my car keys before we head back down to the lobby.
A nice older woman greets us when we exit the elevator, "did you guys get everything sorted out?"
"Yes, Martha, we did. Thank you," Enzo smiles.
"You should take a few days off—spend time with the grandkids," Luca adds.
"Thank you. And who is this beautiful lady?" she asks, gesturing to me.
"This little vixen is the troublemaker that managed to break into our penthouse," Enzo responds.
"Pretty and smart, I like her," she smiles jokingly.
"I like you," I declare.
Her smile widens, "why thank you, dear."
"Can you have someone take her car to the private section of the parking garage?" Enzo asks, cutting off our interaction and handing her my keys.
"Where is it now?"
"It's the black Jeep parked out front on the street," I say.
"I'll get someone to move it," she nods.
Enzo thanks her before we leave, walking to the private section of the garage. It's just a few parking spots hidden around the back of the hotel. Enzo hops into the driver's seat, and Santiago joins him up front in the passenger seat. Luca scoots in beside me in the backseat of the black BMW. The ride isn't long, only about thirty minutes, but pulling up to the house leaves me speechless for the first time in a long time. The house is beautiful, not big enough to be obnoxious, but nowhere close to small. The architecture is stunning, with stone and blue paneling complimenting each other, and a landscape that looks picturesque. We get out of the car and head inside, which is just as nice as the outside.
"So, where's my room?" I ask.
"There's an extra room across from mine," Enzo says. He leads the way up the stairs to the second level and opens the door of a room to the right. It's a big room, with a walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom.
"This is so nice," I say.
"Let's go back downstairs, my office is next to the kitchen. You can code whatever program you need to code so we can track down our missing money," he says.
"Wait, what's upstairs?" I ask. All three boys freeze.
"Nothing," Enzo says.
"Never go up there," Luca adds.
"Why? What's up there?" I push for more information.
"They said nothing. Now drop it," Santiago grunts.
"Okay, fine," I put my hands up in surrender. I wait for them to walk toward the stairs to go down to the office before dashing up to the top floor.
"Dannazione Wren!" Enzo exclaims as all three men chase me up the stairs. I open the double doors to a large bedroom with a gigantic bed against the far wall. It looks large enough for five people to sleep on, it probably had to be custom-made. The guys finally catch up, and I turn to face them.
"So the rumors are true then?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Enzo states.
"You guys share."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh please, everyone talks about how you three share girls. You're all womanizers, you all share a girl for the night, and then you throw her away for another girl the next night."
"No girl has ever been up here," Luca interjects.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because this is our room for when we find our girl, like our special forever girl," he responds.
"That's... weirdly wholesome," I smile.
"Great, now get the fuck out of this room and don't ever come up here again," Santiago growls.
"Okay, okay," I say with my hands raised in surrender. "Let's go down to your office so I can write this code and we can get to Italy."
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Weaponizing Wren
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