Enzo's Obsession.

Chapter Fourteen.

Enzo's POV.

After giving it a thought, I decided to drive to go meet with Isabella's Father. I had already promised Gardini my night time, and I also had other things in mind for later, which I wasn't ready to let go of, just because of Isabella.

Immediately I drove into the compound, I sighted Isabella walking out of the mansion in her pretty pink dress and her phone in her hands.

Pure coincidence, I would like to assume, but when she sighted me, her lips curved into a devilishly smile.

Reluctantly, I turned off the car engine, stepping out of my car, but before I could even close the door, Isabella was running to me.

"Babe, I knew you would come!" She cheered, wrapping her hands around me.

A f*****g bait.

Then I looked around.

Isabella wasn't the only one present here; my father was also here, and his men.

How did I miss this tiny detail?

At the gate, I thought that I saw some familiar faces, but I just brushed it off, thinking I was being on high alert for no reason, but now I see it.

Lost in my thoughts, until I heard Isabella squeal, giggling like a lost kid, "You even brought me flowers, that's so cute!" she exclaimed, pulling back as she walked to the other side of the car to get the flowers.

"f**k me," I cursed underneath my breath, running my hand through my hair.

"Dandelions? This is so plain, Enzo, you never get me this kind of flowers," She drawled, looking at them with mixed emotions.

Of course, because obviously the flowers aren't for you, I wanted to say this to her, but I couldn't, so I just faked a smile, slipping my hands into my pocket.

"Is this your way of saying sorry for our date night?"

"Why am I supposed to say sorry for that?" I threw back at her.

"Maybe because you abandoned me, leaving me embarrassed on our dinner date. You know people talk about things like this, and it's...."

"Do you have any idea what you are saying, Isabella? I almost lost my life that night! My men were killed, and my..."

"I know...but still..."

"Where is your father?" I asked instead, before she could complete her ridiculous statement.

I didn't want to get angry, as I had to be on my best behaviour, especially with my father's men lurking around like preys.

"Okay, come in," she added, leading the way as we stepped into the mansion.

The Bianchi Mansion.

The commoners do refer to it as the palace of Gold, because of how flashy everything in it was.

From the ceilings to the walls and even the floors, everything shined and screamed wealth.

A common man would be in awe of the interiors.

But not me.

I knew my way around, and without any doubt, I knew where her father and mine would be.

At their favourite parlour, smoking cigars and probably playing a game of... monopoly?

That's new.

I took in the appearance of Isabella's Father once again; he is quite tall and plump, with scanty hair and piercing calculative hazel eyes.

This time around, he had gotten a tan.

Probably from the beach cities he had visited.

It's usually chess, but probably Luigi picked up another new hobby.

Immediately Isabella's father sighted me, he stood up with a large smile on his face, announcing my arrival.

"Look who we have here, Pablo, your son is here."

I smiled, walking closer to him. As he stretched out his hand for me, I kissed it, and then he hugged me.

All along, while my father just looked at me with one dead message in his eyes: 'Do not f**k this up.'

"It's been a while, my boy, why don't you come around?" Luigi asked, as he took his seat back, while ushering me to sit at the empty one next to my father.

"That's the same thing I keep telling him, but then he brought me flowers as an apology, so I guess I have to forgive him," Isabella chipped in, admiring the bouquet in her arms.

For someone that complained about how cheap it looked, for some reason she just couldn't take her eyes off it.

Funny, right?

"I'm sorry..."

"You don't apologize; your father told me everything that happened with your business. You really need to stay alert at all times," he added.

"I will."

"Enzo, didn't the message say you should show up for dinner? Why are you here now?" My father questioned.

I saw that coming.

No wonder he looked so irritated when I walked in.

"Actually, Gardini found a lead, and we are to follow up tonight, and since I was free now, I decided to show up and see what the problem was," I narrated, staring right into my father's eyes.

Dead silence.

Mr. Luigi broke into a forced laughter, sensing the growing tension in the room. "There is no problem at all, Enzo. Actually, it's good that you came as soon as you could. I would have hated it if you disappointed me tonight."

"I thought as much too," I replied, tearing my eyes away from my father.

"Well, since you are here, your father and I have been discussing your wedding with Isabella. We are going to get it done on a grand scale, and since Isabella was here, we wanted you to be involved in the preparations as well," Mr. Luigi explained.

That further explains it.

Now I understand.

My father didn't want me to be here now, 'cause he knew that the possibility of me turning down the marriage was high.

He wanted to buy enough time until dinner to threaten me and...

"Uh..." I started.

"But then, before anything else, I understand that your business is suffering now, and for that, I want to give you your first pre-wedding gift," Isabella's Father continued, as his assistant handed over a file to me.

Confused as hell, I flipped the first page open, and I was left speechless.

A hundred million deal.

"I don't want my daughter to lack anything after marriage, so I want to invest in your business," He added.

"Mr. Bianchi..." I started again.

"When are you going to start calling me father-in-law?" He teased in response.

"Dad..." Isabella chipped in again, while making a video of her and the flowers.

Guilt flooded my heart as my eyes danced between the papers and Isabella.

Almost like her father was selling her to me.

And I knew deep down inside of me, I didn't want to marry Isabella.

Fuck no.

I can't even stand twenty-four hours with her in my presence.

"But you call Mr. Ferrari father-in-law, why can't he do the same?" Her father replied, and everyone burst into laughter.

"You better accept that deal and put a smile on your face," I heard my father's low voice.

"Mr...Father-in-law, this is such a wonderful gift, and I don't..."

"You can't reject it, Enzo," Isabella added.

I had no intention of returning it.

"I know, I just wanted to say that I appreciate this a lot, but I would also need time to put this money into my business, and so the whole wedding..."

"Enzo..." my father growled.

"What I'm saying is that my business needs my utmost attention at the moment, and if I make a single mistake, everything I have worked hard for over the years goes down the drain," I continued, ignoring my father's glare.

"You are smart, Enzo, I know you are...you can take all the time you need, there is no issue," Mr. Bianchi agreed.

"Luigi, Enzo is just..." My father started.

"He's just been a man, Pablo. You need to let him be. He's not running away. If he needs some time for his business, why won't we give that to him?" Mr. Bianchi threw back at him.

Finally, I could breathe.

Looking at my father from the corner of my eyes, while smirking at him.

So I spent the next two hours listening to Isabella's Father's stories about his trips. We talked about sports for a while and a little on business before I decided to leave.

And so they all escorted me to the door. My guess was that my dad wasn't done with his own business, which is why he wasn't leaving yet, but as for me? I was tired.

"Thank you for having me," I greeted.

"It's always a pleasure," Mr. Bianchi answered, hugging me.

When I stepped back, my father stepped forward and hugged me while whispering into my ears.

"You better get that b***h out of your house and finalize things with Isabella for the sake of the business, or I'm going to wipe out her existence from the surface of this earth."

Instantly my face fell as I looked over his shoulder. Isabella and her father were in their own bubble, oblivious of what was going on.

"You will do no such thing," I said calmly, pulling out of his hug as a smile appeared on my face.