Owned By My Enemy

Episode4

Alessia’s world had narrowed into a single, suffocating moment. The coldness of the cage had seeped deep into her skin, and every breath felt heavy, like she was drowning in the overwhelming presence of the men around her.

Lorenzo stood before her, his posture casual, but every inch of him screamed control. Every muscle in his body was a reminder that he was in charge. And no matter how much she hated it, she couldn’t escape him. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, like it was carving through her, searching for every c***k, every weakness.

The men in the doorway stepped forward, their footsteps loud in the tense silence. They weren’t even close to her, but she could sense their presence like a weight pressing down on her chest. The air between them crackled with anticipation.

One of them, a tall man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, eyed her like a piece of meat. His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her exposed skin with a leer that made her stomach churn.

But it wasn’t the man’s gaze that terrified her. It was Lorenzo’s.

His eyes never left her. A predator’s focus, unwavering and cold.

“We don’t have all night,” the man with blue eyes spoke, his voice low and condescending.

Lorenzo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked toward Alessia, his steps slow and deliberate. She instinctively stepped back, pressing herself against the cold bars as if they could protect her from whatever dark game he had in mind.

His hand shot out suddenly, gripping her chin with a force that made her gasp. He tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You’ll learn, Alessia,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’ll learn what happens when you’re in my world.”

She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding her still. His eyes locked onto hers, the power behind them so intense it left her breathless.

“No matter how much you fight, no matter how much you resist,” he continued, “you belong to me now.”

Her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fury and fear bubbling inside her. She couldn’t believe it. This man was insane. He thought he could control her, break her, bend her to his will? No. She wouldn’t let him.

Alessia’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Lorenzo’s thumb brushed lightly across her jaw, his touch almost gentle. The contrast between the tenderness of the gesture and the hardness of his grip left her breathless.

“You’ll obey,” he murmured. “Or I’ll make you.”

A wave of icy dread washed over her. She didn’t want to obey. She didn’t want to be like the women he used, controlled, discarded. But she had no choice. Not here. Not now.

The tall man with blue eyes stepped closer, his face twisting into a smirk. He could sense the tension between them, could feel the crackling energy that pulsed in the room.

“Why don’t we give her a little… motivation?” he suggested, his voice dark with amusement.

Lorenzo’s gaze flicked over to him, a look of mild interest passing through his eyes. Then he turned back to Alessia, his fingers still gripping her chin.

“Motivation,” he mused. “That’s an interesting word.”

His eyes flicked to the two men at the door. Without a word, they stepped forward, their movements purposeful, as if they had rehearsed this many times before.

Alessia’s pulse spiked. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her instincts screamed at her to run, to do something—anything—but she was trapped, held prisoner by her own body, by the cold metal, by the hands that gripped her so tightly.

One of the men—dark hair, sharp jawline—reached for the lock on the cage, his fingers brushing against the cold metal. The sound of the mechanism clicking open sent a chill through her. And then, the door swung open with a creak.

“Get up,” Lorenzo ordered, his voice sharp as a whip.

Every muscle in her body screamed to defy him, to show him that she wasn’t broken. But she obeyed, slowly rising to her feet, the chains of her desire to fight getting heavier with every passing second. She wasn’t ready for this. None of this.

The man with blue eyes stepped forward, his grin widening. “Come with us. Or we’ll make it worse.”

Alessia held her ground for a moment, her back straight, chin lifted in defiance. But inside, she could feel the walls closing in on her. The weight of her family’s name, the suffocating pressure of being caught between two worlds, was too much.

Lorenzo stepped closer, his body hovering just behind hers. His presence loomed over her, making it impossible to breathe. He could smell the fear on her, could taste the rebellion on her tongue.

“You can’t escape, Alessia,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re mine. And now, I’m going to teach you what that means.”

She fought the urge to shudder at his words. She wouldn’t be his. She wouldn’t.

But before she could respond, before she could push him away, the sound of a phone ringing shattered the tension in the room.

Lorenzo reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a calm that sent a fresh wave of unease through her. He glanced at the screen, then answered without a word.

“What is it?” His voice was clipped, businesslike.

There was a pause, and then a voice spoke on the other end. Alessia could only make out fragments—something about a shipment, a problem with one of his operations.

Lorenzo’s jaw clenched as he listened, his eyes flicking back to her with a cold gleam.

“Keep me updated,” he finally said before hanging up.

He looked back at Alessia.

“I’ll be back,” he said, his voice smooth, a hint of darkness curling through it. “But when I return, Alessia, I expect you to be ready. For your lessons. For the real game.”

Before she could respond, he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving her alone with the two men.

The heavy silence that followed felt suffocating. Alessia’s breath was shallow, her mind racing as she struggled to process everything that had just happened.