I use Enzo's computer to code the program, and luckily, it doesn't take long. The patterns in the discrepancies are easy to spot once the program skims through all the numbers, and all the missing money seems to be disappearing from one section.
"Cage twenty-seven is where all your money is disappearing from," I announce, turning the computer so the guys can see the screen. "Now let's hop on that private jet of yours and get to Italy, I'm ready to hit the beach."
"You're gonna be hitting the house and that's it. No beach. No anything. You're supposed to be dead, remember?" Enzo points out.
"That's so not fair! Nobody will know who I am anyway!" I throw my hands up in frustration.
"Aww, is someone pouting?" Luca patronizes me with a smirk.
"I just figured your money problem out for you. It's not like me going to the beach is the end of the world," I argue. "Please," I add quietly.
"Wow, a 'please' from the mafia princess herself?" Luca jokes. "You can go, with supervision."
"I think that's a decision we should all make together," Enzo looks at him.
"Nope! No take backs!" I exclaim as I jump out of the chair with a smile. "Now let's go losers, I'm itching to get out of this country."
"You do realize Matteo will have eyes on us in Italy, which means he will know you're alive," Enzo says.
"And then your back will have a target painted on it," Luca finishes his sentence for him.
"I'm not worried about it, you'll protect me," I smile.
"What makes you so sure about that?" Enzo asks.
"Because I'll be spotted with you in Italy, and if Matteo managed to convince my father's Family that I killed him, then he'll be able to convince them that you helped me do it. Which means I won't be the only one with the target on my back."
"You used us," Santiago says, his jaw dropping.
"Wow, I was starting to worry that you would never talk again, Santi," I tease.
"I don't talk unless I need to, why waste the breath? And I told you not to call me that," he retorts.
"I can't believe you played us like that. We could still drop you out on your ass alone," Luca says.
"Oh please, you already had targets on your backs. Matteo is coming for you no matter what, at least this way, you have me on your side," I state with a wink.
"Whatever, I texted our men while you were working and our plane is ready now," Enzo grumbles.
"Then let's go!" I squeal.
We pile into Enzo's BMW again, with Luca joining me in the back like last time. The ride to the airport doesn't take long, and we're on the tarmac getting on the jet in less than an hour.
"This is really nice," I say, looking around the plane as I climb aboard. The large seats are a dark black leather, yet they look warm and inviting. I can tell they're more comfortable than regular airplane seats. The bathroom in the back looks big for a plane bathroom, and the carpeting under my feet looks soft.
"Have you ever even been on a plane?" Luca asks. "I mean, weren't you locked up like your whole life?"
"I did multiple missions for my father without anyone knowing. It was easy considering most people had no idea who I was or what Don Patelli's daughter looks like, but I still only went to a few places—mostly Vegas when he needed a job done at one of his casinos," I explain, plopping down in one of the chairs as the guys do the same.
"So you did get to venture out of your tower, then?" Luca snarks.
"I'm not Rapunzel, jackass."
"No, Rapunzel is pretty."
"Are you saying I'm not pretty?"
"Pretty isn't the word I would use to describe you, little one."
"Oh really?" I ask, my eyebrows raised. "Then what word would you use?"
"Well, pretty usually describes something delicate—and you're anything but delicate. I would use feisty. Or agitating. Maybe alluring."
A small laugh escapes me, "alluring?"
"In the same way that a siren draws a sailor to their death with a seductive song," Luca says.
"Are you saying I'm seductive?"
"Your body is made for sinning, and you know it."
My lips turn into a small smirk as I rise from my seat and walk to him, "I'm a lot of things, Luca, but I don't know about being a sinner."
"You could bring a man to his knees with one touch," he utters, a guttural sound leaking from the back of his throat.
"Then get on your fucking knees and bow to me," I say, and my voice surprises me—it sounds husky; lustful; almost evil.
"Stop playing with him," Enzo commands, breaking through the tension.
"Aww, c'mon," I whine. "We were just having fun." A pout encroaches on my face.
"Sit down and put on your damn seatbelt for take-off," he says.
"You're no fun," I complain, still pouting like a child, but oblige nonetheless.
"Yeah, Enzo, I was about ready to bend her over my chair and teach her what sinning really feels like," Luca chimes with a smirk and a wink in my direction.
The goosebumps that run across my skin make me shiver—I hate it. I know the guys notice the effect on my body because Luca's smirk deepens and Enzo has a smirk of his own appear. Even Santiago seems to be watching me after my interaction with his friend. Now that I know they share, I don't feel so bad about my attraction to all of them. Fuck. They're not my friends, nor my allies. We have a common enemy, and that's it. They're a means to an end for me, and I'm the same to them. I can't get involved—I know I can't. And yet, I can't shake the feeling that this mutual attraction and obvious tension will burn us all alive before we can part ways. Then again, I've never been one to shy away from a little pain. Some could call me a masochist; I just consider myself realistic. Everyone suffers from pain in their life, but making the best of it keeps you strong, and once you use that pain to strengthen yourself, it becomes addictive. Chasing that adrenaline high is like a drug, one that I've held onto my entire life. So what if this could end in bloodshed and tears? It's a game I'm going to enjoy playing. The Trio will fall to their knees for me, one by one, until I've conquered them all. I'm going to teach them what it means to burn. I'm going to ruin them in every way, and from the looks on their faces, they know that. They can see the challenge in my eyes, and they're ready to match it.
"You three will break first."
"I can't wait to prove you wrong and make you beg, principessa," Enzo smiles evilly. A chill shoots down my spine.
"Inizio partita, Lombardi." (Game on)
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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...
