Forbidden Temptations

Enzo

"The McCarthy family is dead, boss." Michael, my assistant, said, drawing my glare from the mundane f*****g documents.

I stared blankly at him as I processed the information he gave me and he shifted nervously from one foot to another.

I swirled my hand on that tiny fire from the lighter in my hand. I flicked it close and tapped my chin with my index finger.

Interesting.

I raised a brow and looked up at him, my assistant.

Michael was our assistant long before my dad died, leaving me to take his place as the king of hell. It's not like I hated it, quite the opposite actually. I loved it. I loved being the Devil that brings all the demons on their knees before my feet. I love being the bigger psychopath that scares the other psychopaths.

"Dead?" I asked, my tone completely monotonous.

He nodded as he shifted again.

"I see." I said, and dismissed him.

He shuffled out of the room in a hurry. I just snorted and looked back at the documents that were glaring at me and scowled.

The McCarthys, the Irish mafia are dead. That brought a sadistic smile to my face.

Antonio and Lucielle McCarthy are dead. The other biggest mafia family after us. We've been on each other's ass for over two decades now and still none of us has backed down.

The competitors are dead. I'll do whatever I want then. No one would be able to stop me. Not even the families.

The door to my office burst opened and my brothers stepped in with grim expressions.

Nero and Nikolov.

"What is it now?" I groaned, well pissed off that they interrupted me.

They sat on the couch before me. Nero manspread while Nikolov kept his elbows on his knees and pointed his piercing gaze my way. If it were someone else, they would've pissed themselves just by looking at his eyes, but he's my f*****g little brother and I am the boogeyman here, not him.

"They're dead." Nero said calmly.

I smiled devilishly. " Amazing, Isn't it?"

Nikolov shook his head with that broody f*****g look. "No, it's not. His daughter is preparing to take his position."

"Oh?"

Interesting Indeed.

Aideen McCarthy.

The sweet and carefree girl who was eager to leave this world behind is taking over it? Hard to f*****g believe.

"She thinks she can pull it off?" I asked, curious and amused.

Nero nodded. "Yeah, you should've seen her, man. She looked like the devil's f*****g daughter with that glare and scowl."

My smile widened. "Than us?"

Nikolov shook his head again. "I swear to f**k, Enzo. We're the devils, yes. But her? She was f*****g sweet, but now?..."

My brows furrowed. "Now what?"

"She looks haunted, like the she-devil herself." Nero said, his gaze on the side of the couch.

I gave a sharp nod.

That is a problem. A sweet girl who smiled at everyone at the event's we went to now a stoic and cold woman?

The problem is not that we were attracted to her. Sure, she looked like a f*****g goddess in our hell. But a sweet, inattentive girl turning into a cold and aloof woman?

That's something dangerous.

Even for us.

The Devils of the underworld.

I looked at Nero's troubled expression. Out of all of us, he actually spoke to her. Once. At an event. And was delusional all week. It took a few hours of training to bring him back to our hell.

I was always sadistic and cold and our youngest brother? Was a f*****g psychopath.

I recalled that night, when he spoke to her. Aideen.

She had a carefree expression and a soft smile on her pink plump lips that made me want to bite it.

Nero was the charming snake in our group. The kind that takes a girl's virginity in the night and disappears in the morning.

Me? I was cold and calculating. My facial expression makes all of them stay away from me.

Nikolov was the wounded beast. He was the one who took our mother's death the hardest and still hasn't overcome it. That night, he saw Aideen with Nero. He became obsessed with her.

We all became obsessed with her.

I sighed. "What are we going to do then?" I asked, knowing all well that they didn't have a single idea how.

They shook their heads with that troubled expression.

"We cannot help her." I reminded them.

Nero sighed and nodded.

"We're enemies" Nikolov declared, though it seemed that he wanted to convince himself rather than us.

"She thinks it's us" Nero said, drawing both me and my brother's gaze to him.

"What?" I asked.

He met my gaze and all I saw was endless obsession. "She thinks we killed them"

Now, it's more complicated than I thought. It makes sense she thought that it was us, but we would never stoop so low to shoot them when they were least expecting it.

"If we wanted to kill them, we would have declared a war" Nikolov said, and I nodded in agreement.

Nero turned the glare at us. "She doesn't know that."

Fair enough.

"Then if she wants to be enemies, we will be her enemies" I said and Nero's eyes darkened.

"We're not hurting her, Enzo" Nikolov said in a tone that made me want to punch him.

"If she didn't want to get hurt, she wouldn't be here" I hissed.

Nero shook his head and gave me a steel glare. "No, we're not."

That pissed me off. "Yes, we f*****g are. If she wants to be enemies, then that's what we'll be." I said, my tone leaving no room for arguments as I gave them both a cold glare.

They hesitated for a second and then reluctantly nodded. Nero still was pissed off by the idea that we wouldn't be her white f*****g knights in shining armor. Nikolov seemed to be fighting a battle within himself.

"Then, when will we meet her?" I asked, eager to see if my little mouse really had grown some teeth like they said.