Please don’t leave me(Book One)

Enzo's POV

Well, another shitty ass day here at the Romano house. Once again, pop's is pissed at me for wrecking the Lamborghini he got me for my 30th birthday two years ago, trying to stop the Swedish mole from leaking information about our next big move to the Russians.

Luckily for me I got the fucking bastard! Bad for him though, he became my personal punching bag until I cool down. "Who Do you work for?" I screamed at him, as my fist connected with the side of his already swollen and bloodied face.

Then the bastard had the audacity to fucking speak to me. "Knulla dig!" (Fuck you!) He yelled at me in his language, as he spat teeth and blood on my brand-new shoes. All I could do was grin and chuckle as I shook my head. "Really? We going to do it this way?"

I turned to walk away until he spoke quietly in English. "Your whole family is going to pay Guido, and I can't wait to fuck that little sister of yours." As he began to chuckle. No one threatens my family, especially sweet Aria, my 8-year-old little sister.

"What the fuck did you just say?" As I turned around and began walking towards him once again. He smiled, as he repeated himself. "You heard me. I can taste that tight little virgin fitta (pussy) all the way down here."

As he sniffed the air and licked his lips. I began to black out, as I walked towards him and grabbed him by the neck with both of my bruised and bloodied hands. "Ses i helvetet!" (See you in hell-Swedish)

I bent down and smiled at him as I whispered Italian in his ear. "Non vedo l'ora!" (I cannot wait) With that I broke his neck in a half a second and threw him down to the ground, dumping gasoline all over him, and lighting his body to flames.

"Occupati di questa merda, ora." (Take care of this shit, now) I said to the guards, as I headed upstairs to speak with my father.

Aria Heard me coming up the stairs from the dungeons and squealed that high pitched squeal that makes my ears want to bleed, but I love her so fucking much. She is the one that saved Ma and Pop's Marriage. After he had an affair with our maid, Ma of course the Saint she is, forgave him and they had Aria 8 years ago on their wedding anniversary.

"Enzo! Enzo!" She ran up to me with a smile ear to ear. I picked her up in my arms and hugged her like she was one of my own. If that was ever possible, if I could ever find a woman that wouldn't take one look at me and my lifestyle and run away.

"Ciao mia bella signora!" (Hello my beautiful lady) I kissed her gently on her tan skinned forehead, as she wrapped her little arms around my neck, as we walked to the kitchen.

Ma was in the kitchen cooking lunch for Pop's and the other men that work for him lunch. Even though we have tons of executive chefs here, Ma insists on cooking and baking. she didn't grow up in a rich family like us Romano's until Pop's met her.

I am 32 years old and don't even know half of the men my father hires. It gets irritating, because that is how fucking moles are made. "Buon pomeriggio mamma." (Good afternoon mother) I said, as I kissed her cheek and hugged her.

She smiled at me and took Aria from my arms and hissed the top of her head. "buon pomeriggio figliolo." (Good afternoon son) "Ay Enoz! Look at your poor hands baby!" She said, as she handed me a cool wet dish towel. "Via a parlare con tuo padre." (Go speak with your father)

I went upstairs to his office, as I knocked. Knowing he was in a meeting with his right-hand men. My older brother and my uncle. "Venire." (Come) I opened the door and walked in, as I sat down next to my brother Angelo.

"Pomeriggio Padre." (Afternoon father) He cleared his throat. "Lorenzo, what happened? Cosa stavi pensando?" (What were you thinking) He screamed at me. Like my father, you want me to respect you, do not come at me yelling like you have no common sense. "He threatened Aria and I..."

He put his hand up and yelled. "Silenzio!" (Silence) Father shook his head like I was the one that did something wrong. "Now the Swedish are going to know something is up, when their Intel never comes home Enzo! Esci!" (get out) I walked over to the end of the long table and pushed everything off of it and slammed the door behind me, as I ran downstairs to the garage.

Mother was in the kitchen still with aria and now my older sister Sophia, as I grabbed my bike keys off the wall and walked back towards the garage door.

“Enzo? Dove stai andano?” (Where are you going) Sophie walked out to the garagr with me, as I grabbed my helmet and put it on. “Su’torna domani.” (Out. Be back tomorrow) I said, as I left down the road.

About 20 minutes later I made it to the little restaurant and bar, parking my bike behind the building with of course Pop’s spy’s following me all the way here.

I never can get away. How do they expect me to meet a woman and fuck her, then get married if they are always up my ass? An orgy?

“Va via!” (Go away) I said to the two men that say in the black Tahoe. They didn’t even budge. Whatever.

As I walked into the bar, I sat down and grabbed a menu. Suddenly a beautiful woman caught my eyes. A waitress.

Her hair was so long and beautiful, even though it was up in a bun. Probably the dress code. Her green eyes caught mine for a split second, as she quickly walked past my table.

God her body was to die for. I have to have her! I got up to use the pisser really quick to clear my head and splash cold water on my face.

She would never go for a man like me. I’m too rough around the edges. No smoothing out there.

My lifestyle isn’t for a woman like that. She looks too soft; it would be far too dangerous. I have to forget about this woman, even if it kills me.