Enzo pov:
I was raised to kill—to be merciless. In this world, power means knowing when to strike without hesitation. Enzo , "my father, drilled it into me: "Trust no one." He said it so often it became scripture. He built me into this… into the man I am now. A leader. A weapon. A ghost with blood on his hands.
"I was trained to ignore love—as if it were just another weakness."I've never been on a date nor had any kind of emotional intimacy. It was always sexual. For my pleasure and pleasure only . I didn't want to give pleasure. I'm a selfish man. I don't wanna satisfy any man( yes am attracted to men) . Why would I ? giving someone else pleasure feels like surrender.I was taught to torture. That's what gave me satisfaction. Seeing the fear in my victims eyes, looking at them plead for their life. Being in control of their fate.
They know who they belong to, they know who the boss is.
They know not to cross me.
Being heartless in this lifestyle earns you respect , dominance, power. And what could a man want for more ?
Having "Wealth gets me exactly the kind of man I want—on my terms.""They're practically Throwing you a look, desperate for a glance, a minute, a crumb of your attention."
For me , sex isn't about connection—it's about control, dominance, and self-release. I give nothing back physically or emotionally. My partners should be used, craving, and dismissed.This is what I always believed . What I was programmed to believe.
Of course that was before I spotted him.
Parvel Phoom.
It was two years ago, but I remember it like it happened yesterday. He walked into the room like he owned it—not loud, not flashy—just… certain. Confident in a way that made everyone glance twice. I noticed him before he noticed anyone. He had that kind of presence you don't forget: sharp jaw, quiet smile. That night, in that room, was the first time I ever saw him—and I haven't been able to unsee him since.
And the moment I saw him, everything else faded—like the noise around me got quieter, the lights dimmer, and it was just him. My chest tightened. Not because I believed in love at first sight, but because something in me recognized him… or wanted to.
I didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stood there watching, caught between wanting to walk up and introduce myself—and being too afraid he'd never look at me the same way I was looking at him.
What caught my attention wasn't just his looks—it was the way he carried himself. Calm. Unbothered. Like he didn't need to try to be noticed, and that's exactly why everyone noticed him.
Such beauty.
Of course , a selfish man like me wanted him for myself . He was physically attractive.he had one of a kind beauty he still does. Exquisitely timeless.
I wanted to have him. Maybe have my way with him then let him go . But something about him was very intriguing.I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I wanted to know more. I needed to know more .
That day went by with his face running around my mind . I got home and asked my most trusted man Elijah to do a background check on him.
I found out he was 20 and he was living with his foster family . Mom died when he was 15 . Dad still alive but doesn't live with him. Maybe he doesn't know his dad.
By then, it was already decided I was gonna have him all to myself .but not right away . I reminded myself that patience is key . One wrong move, one wrong look. I wasn't about loosing him as one of my men was always watching him . For his protection.
One year later, I found out he moved to live in an apartment in New York .Apparently,his mother left it for him . He started working as a waiter at a restaurant. That's when I started watching him up close.
I started analyzing everything he did during the day: on weekends, he works at a bookstore café. That's what confused me. why would he do that ? What could he gain out of it ? He's definitely isn't gaining money
So why ?
Hmmmmm
I noticed every single thing he did . The way he Recommend books to customer, the way he Clean tables, counters, and prep areas. He's truly an angel on earth . And that's what made my obsession grow even more . I was starting to be attracted to his soul . His gentle spirit .
And that's when it struck me . This was no ordinary boy . Meaning he wasn't going to fall for a monster like me . Yes , I had everything but that doesn't mean he'll care about that . A guy that kind and that perfect only sees people's heart . And I have no hearts . But I wanted him to want me . I wanted him to be mine , and the only way to do that was gonna be by force.
I knew it was wrong but I'm selfish. All throughout my life , I never had one of my wishes or requests declined . I always got what I wanted .so when I figured that he wasn't gonna like me , I wasn't too fond of that thought . I had to have him he'd be mine to protect , mine to hold .
All through out two years , never have I seen him go on a date . I always wondered why . Surely he'd have no trouble scoring them .Hell , he can have men knocking each other's teeth out for his attention. His innocence and pureness drew me in . I want to be the one who makes him blush .
I love the fact his still pure and intact. Because then I get to be his first . I'd lock the door to our house , carry him to our bedroom and pleasure him all night .make him morn my name as he quivers and shudders beneath me . And that's the first time I taught about pleasuring anyone .
God! just the thought of him breathing heavily , biting his lips as he held on to me for security while I slam into him over and over again , reaching the right spot with each thrust , gives me hard on , watching him clamp his creamy thighs shut because the pressure was too much . Oh how i desired for him to scream my name .
I'II protect him from all harm . It didn't go unnoticed for me that he had a tough life . He was living alone and providing for himself . He wasn't whoring around , he wasn't selling his body for money . He had pride and I admired that .
When I have him in my possession , he won't work at all . He can have everything he wants . He can have all of me I will buy him whatever his heart desires and he doesn't have to do anything . Everyone will be at his service . As he would be lover to. Mr Enzo Martinez, he's to be respected and protected. All he has to do is just be by my side and I'll give him the world .
I snap out of my thought when I hear Elijah calling me. Elijah is my most trusted man. We're like brothers . We grew up together and now he works for me .
"Boss. He calls
"What is it , Elijah ?
"Isaac is here ."
"What the fuck is he doing here ?"
"He came with your mom ."
"Fuck , I could really do without this today ."
"A little harsh to say about your little brother . Don't you think ?" He questions.
"I have my own stuff to think about ."I reply not looking up from my laptop.
"Well, he just wants to go for lunch."
"Tell him I have business to attend. And tell one of the maid to settle mom in her room."I order.
"He insists, Boss. said he made reservations somewhere."
Last time I checked you were working for me Elijah. That means you do things my way or you get a bullet between your eyes."
"You wouldn't kill me Enzo. "He chuckles.
"Fuck off Out of here and let me get back to my business." I glare at him.
"You're the boss. But incase you change your mind, the reservation is at La Table Étoilée. He teases.
At the mention of that name , he definitely catches my attention. He knows that's where he works ."why didn't you say that from the start ? " I say as I stand up from the leather chair and grab my suit jacket.
"You're whipped boss." He chuckles.
"Shut the fuck up, Elijah ."I spit back , sending him a death glare as we stroll out of my office.
Making my way downstairs, I find Isaac and my mom sitting in the living room ."Mom how've you been ?"
"Hi, dear . I'm doing great . I'm about to make some lunch. Are you staying? "
"Mom ,you know maids the can handle that . Go rest in your room." I raised a brow .
"Or maybe , you can get married or get a boyfriend so we could both make lunch together. Just a thought "
Damn woman, always trying to marry me off .
"Soon , Mother , very soon ."
"I'm having lunch with Isaac and Elijah. I won't be long."
"Oh, okay . Have fun,"she hugs me.