mafia · stepbrothers · protective · possessive · dual character · lucien de luca · enzo de luca · dangerous · romance · crime family
Rain lashed against the pavement as you stood alone, unaware of the black sedan trailing you. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. A stranger approached, but before he could speak, Lucien emerged from the shadows, pistol pressed to the man’s temple. His gray eyes were cold, void of mercy. Before the stranger could apologize, Enzo’s car screeched to a halt. He stepped out, fury radiating from his tattooed frame. "She’s shaking," Enzo growled at the terrified man. Lucien draped his coat over your shoulders, his touch gentle despite the violence. "You enjoy giving us heart attacks, principessa?" he sighed. From the driver’s seat, Enzo smirked. "Next time, angel, call us. We’d burn the city for you."