Fuck all three of them for teasing me. If they want to tease, then I'll tease right fucking back. I'll play their game—and I'll win. I scoot closer to Luca in the backseat, letting my leg brush against his, which makes him raise an eyebrow and look at me curiously. I don't even look at him, I continue to stare out the window as if my attention is elsewhere; as if I'm not at all paying attention to him. Ignoring him is a success, until I feel a warm hand on my thigh, gripping just lightly enough to send a warning of sorts. As if to say, "don't test me".
Damn, how do these men throw me so far off-balance? Luca's thumb rubs calming circles into my outer thigh, and I have to push away the warmth flooding through my body at the action. Enzo finally pulls to a stop in front of the casino, causing Luca's hand to disappear from my skin—thank god. The guys all step out, but before I can open my door, Enzo opens it from outside, and extends a hand to help me out of the car.
"Woah, did Enzo Lombardi just act like a gentleman?" I laugh teasingly.
"I can be quite smooth, my dear Wren, when people aren't pushing my buttons to make me angry."
"Maybe I like when you're angry."
"You only like when I'm angry because you secretly hope I'll punish you."
"Ah, there's the Enzo I know and despise. Glad to see the threats are back, and the kind gestures are behind us. No offense, but you're not the gentleman type."
Enzo steps closer, pulling me into his chest and brushing his lips against my ear before whispering, "you're right, there's nothing in me that wants to be gentle with you. But you like that, don't you. You want me to be rough with you." My breath hitches and a chill of excitement shoots down my spine.
"I—uhm—"
"Words, Wren."
"I—I don't—uhm—"
Enzo straightens with a smirk and turns his attention to the guys, "looks like I made our girl speechless. Who knew that was possible?" The three pricks laugh. They're laughing? At me? The nerve.
"Assholes," I mutter under my breath while I shove past Enzo and walk toward the casino entrance. The feeling of three pairs of eyes burns holes through my body, but they have no clue what they're in for. I haven't even started. This is war.
The three of them fall into line with me, Enzo in front, Luca to my right, and Santiago on my left. If there was anyone behind me, I would be completely closed in. What, now they're security guards or something? My eyes find the bar, and a strawberry daiquiri calls my name. Without a word to the idiots surrounding me, I turn and walk over to the bar, ordering a drink from the hot-as-sin bartender.
"Certo, bella," he winks. (Sure thing, beautiful)
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Enzo's voice appears behind me. I don't even look over my shoulder to respond.
"I wanted a drink." The bartender returns, daiquiri in hand, and flashes a smile.
"Mi chiamo Leonardo. Dovrei chiedere il tuo nome, o dovrei continuare a riferirmi a te nella mia testa come "bellissima ragazza da bar" invece?" (My name's Leonardo. Should I ask your name, or should I keep referring to you in my head as 'beautiful bar babe' instead?)
"Sono Wren, è un piacere conoscerti," I smile as I reach out a hand to shake his. (I'm Wren, it's nice to meet you). My lips wrap around the straw and I take a few sips, not breaking eye contact while I do so.
"Esco dal lavoro tra cinque minuti. Ti piacerebbe uscire di qui e unirti a me per cena?" (I get off work in five minutes. Would you like to get out of here and join me for dinner)
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Weaponizing Wren
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