TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL
BACK TO ENZO'S POV BITCHES 😉🥰
We had checked into the five star hotel in London. James' father, Sebastian Cain was meeting us in the evening in a nearby restaurant. I just hoped our meeting was amicable even though I did murder his son. Perhaps he would try and kill me. I have no idea which makes it all the more fun.
Raf was asleep in his room and Sergio was standing guard with several men. Unfortunately he had to work through his hangover. Working helped me so I don't know why the fuck he was complaining about. I was also paying him a shit ton.
I sat at the desk in my room, looking at the laptop screen in front of me. It was warm and quiet. I loosened the tie around my neck before taking it off. I sighed and decided against smoking right now. Standing up to my feet, I walked over to the bedroom to see Lira asleep in the bed, hugging the sheet to her chest. She was exhausted. She didn't sleep a wink on the plane.
I headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower to relieve the dull ache I still felt in my shoulder. Stepping in front of the sink, I looked into the steamy mirror and using a towel, I tried to wipe it clean. I tossed the towel onto the counter and rolled my neck and slowly rotated my shoulder blade. My hands felt my face as I noticed my stubble was longer than normal so I took time to shave it. I dried off my face and ruffled my hair dry with a towel.
Before I could pick out a suit to wear, Lira's phone began to ring. She stirred in her sleep and rolled the other way. When her phone didn't stop ringing, I picked it up. "Admir." I spoke into the phone. "Vicenzo, where's Lira?" He asked forgoing asking how I was. I sat down on the edge of the bed with only a towel around my waist. "She's asleep. We're in England and you know she gets jet lag." I replied. "And how is she?..is she still pissed off?" He asked. I could hear a lighter click in the background.
"She has called you an arrogant fucking prick but what did you expect." I chuckled. "But she is recovering well. Do you need to speak to her?" I asked as I looked down at my fingernails. "No no let her rest. She gets real bitchy if she's woken up." He chuckled.
"It's my birthday next week, we'll be in Italy. Everyone's invited for some dinner. You should come." I smiled. "I think I can make time. See you then." He replied. I said goodbye and replaced Lira's phone down. "Was that Admir?" Lira asked as she rolled over to face me. She smiled into the pillow as she closed her eyes.
"Yes. He asked after you." I stood up and picked up a white shirt. Lira muttered something. I hummed and dropped my towel putting on my boxers. "I haven't got you anything." Lira flustered. She yawned, outstretching her arms while sitting upright. "We're meeting Sebastian later so I'll just go out now and find you something." She grinned and I saw her eyes take a mental picture of me. I smiled and wrapped my shirt around me, tying up the buttons, I looked at her beautiful body. Fuck. She doesn't make it easy.
"You don't need to get anything..I can think of a much better present." I smirked as my eyes ran up and down her body. She bit her bottom lip and walked over to me. She took over and began to button up my shirt. "I would still like to get you something..but don't worry it won't be expensive. It might even be brownies." She smiled. I looked at her full lashes and placed my hand on her cheek. "Please not the brownies." I chuckled.
She slapped my chest playfully. "Fuck off. I've been practicing. They taste edible. And Raphael didn't get sick the last time." She walked away from me and began to pick out an outfit for the day. "Well I'll see you later." I said as I picked up my suit jacket. She was busy finding a top. As I walked past her, I pulled out my black card and gently slid it into the strap of her panty. She gasped upon feeling the coldness of the card touch her skin. "For a dress." I chuckled. She mocked me and tossed my card at me. I picked it up and left the room. "I'll be naked." She remarked. That suits me Lira, that suits me.
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Money wasn't ever an issue with us. She never asked for things but I wanted to give her the world, whether she wanted it or not. Our money was blood money, dirty money but some of it was legitimate. What did we care. Someone had to be the bad guy and I'm glad it was us. But even the good guys could be bad.
Five hours later, I was with Raf. He was dressed in a suit although he still needed a crutch to walk and his arm bore a plaster cast. He smiled as he chewed his minty gum. "Why couldn't your parents just tell him?" He groaned as he leaned against the sofa in his room. "It's my mess to clean up." I replied as I clicked my silver lighter and watched the flame dance in front of me.
"Your mom threatened you didn't she?" He laughed. "Shut the fuck up." I grinned and stepping forward, I punched his shoulder gently. "She's here." Sergio announced as he looked at us both. I picked up my gun and placed it into my pocket. "Fucking finally. I'm practically ageing here and what is she even doing? Putting on a fucking dress..." Raf muttered as we left the room. We both stood awe struck, mouths fucking agape as we looked at Lira.
She was turned around showing us the back of her backless red statin dress. It was short stopping at her thighs. And fuck, did it hug every inch of her curves. Her dark hair was curled roughly and dropped past her shoulders. My eyes travelled down her bare legs on display and stopped at her strappy red heels. Fuck me. I watched as she turned around, showing off her diamond earnings and matching subtle necklace. The one I bought for her. She smiled her velvet red lips and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her dress was low cut showing off just the right amount of cleavage.
"We could fuck right here right now. What do you say?" She teased as she raised a full brow at me. Raf tutted and walked forward. He stopped in front of her. "No thanks." He shot her down. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh God. Come on let's go because the sooner we go the sooner we can leave." She grinned. She held out a hand for me. As we headed out with Raf and Sergio walking ahead, she leaned into me. "I'm physically completely fine and if you wanted we could recreate the fun we had in the car. Do you remember?" She whispered. I could never forget that night. I hummed. "Best behaviour and then maybe." I smiled as I looked ahead at the car. I held the door open for her and she got in, with Raf taking another car with Sergio.
We arrived at the restaurant just before ten. It was ridiculously expensive. The air was cold and damp. But for the warm inviting lights inside, it was tolerable. We were soon seated inside. The restaurant was on the top floor, overlooking London. The shard. Seems as if Sebastian wanted to show us the very best of what England could offer. It's a shame I had to kill James, I would have loved to fuck things up for him here.
Lira and I sat enjoying some wine as we looked out of the polished windows. Most of London was in view, all the lights looked dazzling. Raf pulled up a chair and sat down beside Lira. He knew that Sebastian would sit across from us. "There's so much seafood on the menu." Lira muttered as she scanned the leather bound menu. "There's lamb and beef." I said while looking around the semi filled restaurant. Several attentive waiters stood around and couples laughed while enjoying their meals.
"Why the fuck is he late?" I growled. "Best behaviour. Now put the knife down." Lira looked at me. I looked down at my hand which held a butter knife quite tightly. I let it go and drank another sip of wine. "Yeah best behaviour Enzo." Raf mocked with a shit eating grin. Lira slapped the back of his head which wiped the smile off his face. "Spit it out." She ordered and Raf stuck his tongue out at her before emptying his gum into a napkin.
I looked up and wiped the smile off my face when I heard the slow click of shoes against the tiled floor. An older man, around the age of my dad walked up to us. He wore a fitted suit, white shirt and a black tie. His face was sharp with a small blonde beard, but his eyes gentle and calm. I stood up, as did Lira and Raf. There was another man beside him, a slightly shorter man with darker skin, his guard.
