Perfectly Unholy

Prologue

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Enzo Vanderbuilt was a scary man to come face to face with. Standing a good six-five. Any visible piece of body from the shoulders down is covered in tattoos. Dark brown almost black hair, that was long enough to put into a bun, but short enough to slick back easily with gel. But the most unique thing about him? His eyes, one green and the other blue. A powerful Australian lawyer.

Caroline Elizabeth Stevens grew up with a very strict catholic grandmother. Most of the successes and accomplishments that she's made has been tossed aside due to not wanting it to be in the family's best interest. Wanting to help people on their worst of days. A beautiful young woman.

August 12th 2022

It wasn't a super rare occurrence to find Caroline out with her friends having a couple drinks. It just wasn't a super overly common one. But she canceled her birthday plans that year and her friends felt bad for her, so they talked her into going out for the night and having fun for a change.

"Come on, have another drink Care." Ally says as she hands another cocktail to Caroline, who takes it with a soft smile. Caroline wasn't much of a drinker, even though everyone else in the friend group loved to drink. Mary noticed the uneasiness coming from Caroline, so she leans in close to her ear.

"Are you okay?" Caroline nods her head.

"I just need to pee." She laughs. "Ima go to the bathroom." She yells over the music. Mary nods, watching her friend make her way through the crowd across the club to the bathroom. The line wasn't too long, so she leans against the wall and waits her turn.

"Enzo, come on. You can't just bail on me." Gregor pled to Enzo who shook his head sternly.

"I'm sorry, Gregor. But bad business is bad business and i just can't be involved with your fella's kind of thing." Enzo buttons his suit back up, picking up his suitcase and walking out of the club owner's office. An annoyance followed him through the club.

" Ah- Shit!" Caroline hisses, pain radiating from her tailbone after hitting the floor with a thud. "What the hell?" She whines, rubbing her lower back. A failed attempt to soothe the pain. Her eyes hadn't even looked up to see the thing she'd walked into like an idiot, regretting that second drink.

"I'm so sorry, flower . Let me help you madam. " Enzo dropped his suitcase, bending at the waist and the knees from being so tall, angling himself to grab the young red head. Her hair wasn't dyed this way, it was a natural shade of ginger, and the curls remained wild, untamed. But the curls being untamed didn't make her seem like she wasn't put together, but to him, she was perfectly styled.

Caroline's head snapped up quickly, her eyes landing on the beast of a man standing bent over in front of her, both hands on her hips as he pulls her up. Her heels are set back down on the granite club floor. She uses the palm of her hands to smooth down her tight mini dress. Huffing out a held breath. "Thank you." She smiled softly up at the gorgeous man in front of her, suddenly embarrassed.

"It's my fault, I wasn't watching where i was going." He says with a smirk. She shrugs.

"It's fine regardless, thank you for helping me up." She throws her hair over her shoulder and gives a polite nod. "Take care, mysterious man i bumped into in a club." He says nothing but returns her nod.

Caroline went back to her night, surrounded by her friends and men that bought drinks for her that she never touched and just left at the booth while she made her way out to the dance floor periodically to dance to whatever song just came on. She didn't notice that the man from earlier had found a booth in the very back of the upstairs VIP area, and watched her the entire night.

He followed her home that night, and learned everything he needed to know about her. He wanted her. She will be his.