Ugh.
My frenetic energy was enough for me. Trying to picture a kid with my energy just horrified me.
The doorbell rang and Enzo moved to the door to let in the delivery driver. Carrying entire bagfuls in, he set them on the potholders and cutting boards Bianca had laid out on the table for the food. It seemed that Enzo's family gave mine a run for their money when it came to having entirely too much to eat when they got together.
Once everything was set up, everyone gathered around the table. Bianca took one end, and Enzo the other with me at his side. Elisa sat across from me, clinging to her only brother in a way that told me they were particularly close despite the distinct age gap between them. The chairs around the table were tucked tightly together to accommodate everyone, but we all squeezed in.
"I ordered all the basics," Enzo said. "Spaghetti, chicken parm, primavera, arancini, and risotto. What do you want?"
"Arancini," I said, watching Enzo lean across the table to snag a rice ball for me. Rice was always the answer in my life.
"You'll need a bigger table soon, Lorenzo. Aria has a boyfriend, and he'll be joining us soon. We won't have any room left after that."
Enzo's expression darkened as he shifted his eyes to his sister. "Don't start with me. I'm older than you," Aria laughed, holding a fork out in warning. "I do what I want."
"Why haven't I heard of this boyfriend?" Enzo asked, making me chuckle beneath my breath.
"Because you'll chase him off!"
"He must not be much of a man if he would allow a brother to scare him away, Aria. You deserve someone who would fight for you—"
"Not all men want to physically fight to be with a woman. You realize that caveman behavior isn't normal, don't you? Did you fight Sadie's brother for the right to date her?"
"No. I fought Sadie herself." Enzo laughed at his sister's confusion as heat spread through my cheeks.
Fucking shit.
"I run a boxing gym called Fists of Fury," I explained. "So I'm entirely capable of taking care of myself. My brothers aren't the type. Besides, Enzo hasn't met my family yet."
Rebel curled up beneath Gabriella’s feet where they swung, letting the young girl tap her back and giggle. "Soon?" Bianca asked, making me drop my fork to the plate before I could even take a bite.
"Mhmm," I agreed, even as my heart rate sped to the point that I probably needed a hospital visit. Enzo's hand grabbed my knee under the table, an arrogant smile on his face that communicated that I would under no circumstances get out of that meeting.
Fuck.
Music pumped through my veins later that night, the crazy energy of the Underground calling to the wild in my soul. Enzo glared over at me as we descended in the old service elevator of the corporate office building to go to the basement. I wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest, enjoying the payback for the torment he’d subjected me to with his family.
I loved them. They were everything I could have dreamed of having for myself if I’d stopped to think of what my in-laws might be like one day. They only made me want to keep him more, and the battle that raged on inside me was entirely his fault for being so damn perfect.
I smirked up at him, licking my painted red lips and daring him to say another word. His growl when I'd come out of my bedroom in my apartment dressed for fight night had been enough to tempt me to stay home. There’d been a possession and danger in his eyes that warned anyone would suffer should they touch me.
Many men thought women didn't belong in the Underground unless they were there to be pussy for the fighters, but my appearance with Enzo would turn that on its head. The deep ruby bralette hugged my boobs perfectly, leaving my stomach revealed as the elevator came to a stop and we stepped into the crowd of people gathered to watch the opening fights. Mike wouldn't take the ring for another hour as the headliner for the night.
Eyes turned our way as my thighs peeked out of the slits in my long matching ruby skirt as I walked. Enzo looked delectable in his suit, standing out from the rougher crowd. It almost made me sad that his tattoos weren't on display, that the power in his broad frame was mostly hidden behind his business persona. "Why aren't you in boots and jeans?" I asked, leaning into him as we walked. Fingers trailing up his arm, I longed for the feel of his skin against mine.
"Bellandi business means I wear a suit," he said, tugging at the collar of his shirt until the top button popped open. Just the peek of tanned olive skin through the gap in fabric made me lick my lips. "You keep that up and you and I are going to be doing something very unprofessional, Carina," he warned.
I sighed, unable to stop the need pouring through me with every thump of the music. Fight night turned me on. Every single time. Something about all the violence and controlled rage of watching two men fight for the fun of it felt like a force of nature that I couldn't stop from affecting the deepest, darkest parts of me. "I might like that," I whispered.
Enzo raised a brow at me, catching my chin with his fingers. "You know, Baby Girl, I'm starting to think you're a little bit of an exhibitionist. Giving me a lap dance, wanting to strip for men you don't know. Would your tight little pussy get wet if I hiked up one of your legs and made you support yourself on the rope? If I spread you so wide that everyone could see just how fucking perfect you look with your cunt wrapped around my cock?"
"Hmmm," I
