
Trapped Between Enemies
Esliee I. Wisdon š¶ Ā· Ongoing Ā· 113.3k Words
Introduction
They turned her into a weapon.
At the age of fifteen, Marinaās mother was murdered alongside the most powerful Don in the Sicilian mafia, before the wedding could even happen.
Now, almost six years later, just weeks before her 21st birthday, sheās ready to run.
From the rules.
From the blood.
From the Romano Famigliaāthe only home sheās ever really known, and the cage sheās always wanted to escape.
But her āstepbrothersā have other plans.
Cesare, cold and calculating, the mafiaās right hand and loyal only to the throne.
And Matteo, the youngest, wild-eyed with a manic smile and a taste for blood.
They give her one job: seduce the enemy, earn his trust, and uncover what heās hiding.
Her target? Enzo Bianchi, the second son of their enemy famiglia ā a man as dangerous as he is captivating.
One deal.
One month.
One enemy to seduce.
But in the criminal underworld, playing with hearts always comes with a price.
And Marina is about to learn the hardest truth of all:
Freedom was never part of the plan.
Not when two demons guard the way out.
Ad Finem Fidelis.
Loyal until the end, even if she never had a choice.
Chapter 1
ā Marina Arellano ā
I stare at the mahogany door, my heavy breathing betraying the chaos bubbling inside me.
Since my path crossed with the most infamous mafia in Sicily, Iāve been called into this room only a few times, and not once for anything good.
The first time was when I was fifteen years old, when my mother died along with Don Angelo Romano.
Itās been almost six years, and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
If I close my eyes, I can still see Momās smile when she told me that Angelo had proposed. It was strange, of course. What kind of man in expensive suits would put such a costly diamond ring on the finger of a troupe dancer he had met just a few weeks earlier?
But of course, I couldnāt say anything. The gifts shone too brightly. They dazzled everyone, let alone a woman who had once lost everything because of love.
Many were jealousāthatās what she said when they tried to explain that there was something suspicious about that gentleman with the easy smile that didnāt reach his eyes, the heavy Spanish accent, and the men who followed him like shadows.
I didnāt understand, even after I arrived in Italy. I couldnāt understand the language or why there were so many bodyguards. I didnāt understand the looks of disdain. I didnāt understand when, just one month later, I had to bury my mother beside the man she would still swear to love forever.
A car accident.
So simple.
So stupid.
Stupid, like the second time I was called into this room, months later, when I was unfairly punished. And right after I turned nineteen, when they called me here to say Iād finally begin my training.
But the worst reason of all was exactly five months ago⦠when they announced that my initiation into the mafia would take place the night after my twenty-first birthday.
Now, theyāre calling me again, with just one month left before the deadline.
My hands are sweaty. I can even feel a drop of sweat trickling down my bare back.
Itās okay, Marina⦠just one more monthājust one more month.
And then, Iāll never have to deal with the Romano family again.
With a shallow breath, I wipe my hands on the sides of my red dress and turn the handle. The door opens with the same effortless ease that always surprises me, despite how massive and heavy it looks.
The first thing I notice is the blend of two familiar colognes and the strong smell of cigar smoke. One scent is woody, old, dry, with a hint of something slightly sweet. Subtle, like aftershave, yet still thick in the air, captivating. The other is bolder, sharper, warmer, and spicier. Pepper? Or ginger? Or both.
Then, more intensely, I feel the eyes⦠the weight of those brown eyes that never fail to send a chill down my spine.
āCome in, Marina.ā Cesareās order makes me straighten up even more.
I take just two steps inside, and slowly turn around, very slowly, pulling my long hair to the front, letting them see my tanned, bare back as I close the door⦠Just for a moment, before the black waves fall back into place and hide my skin again, right where a damn tattoo will be soon if I canāt escape in time.
Slowly, I face them again, two of the five Romano, sitting at the long table, made of wood even darker and thicker than the door.
Matteo, the youngest, is sitting in his usual spot, third on the right. His eyes, a bit darker than the othersā, stare at me like they could skin me alive. His head is tilted slightly back in that lazy, arrogant way, giving me a clear view of the dark skull-and-thorns tattoo on his throat. His black shirt, half unbuttoned, reveals glimpses of ink proudly spelling his surname across his chest.
ROMANO.
He doesnāt say a word, just watches me step closer, like a predator eyeing its prey. A dangerous beast that sets all my senses on high alert, nerves exposed in a way that goes far beyond fearādeep into something like fury in my veins. Something that makes me stare him down with open defiance.
But once again, that deep voice speaks, pulling my attention back: āMarina.ā
My head turns slowly toward the man sitting at the head of the table, a seat that should belong to the Don, but is currently being occupied by the second-in-command.
Cesare Romano.
The second son. La Pantera.
The most dangerous man Iāve ever known.
āDid you finish your training?ā he asks, his back relaxed against the leather chair, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
His eyes, lighter than his brothersā, a honey-brown with golden edges, are just as deadly. Not wild like Matteoās. Not sharp, raging, and unhinged, like the eyes that earned the youngest his reputation for madness and bloodlust.
Cesareās are cold, calculating, and ruthless. Thereās emotional distance, yet an almost obsessive focus. He watches and studies, not like a man preparing for an exciting hunt, but like someone who knows that no matter how much the prey runs, fights, or screams, it will never escape.
āYes.ā I find my voice somehow, but it comes out hoarse and uncertain. I swallow hard and lift my chin a little higher, like thatāll make me look less weak. āFour months ago.ā
Why did they call me here? Did someone say something again?
It really could be for anything; another lie cooked up by that bitch Chiara, or some complaint that Zio Arturo whispered in Cesareās ear. None of that would be new.
But what really twists my stomach, what makes my chest go cold, is that, for the first time, I truly have something to feel guilty about⦠Something to fearāmy seeking for freedom.
My betrayal.
But Cesare looks at me, calm, composed, cold. And that slightly eases my nerves. If he knew about my escape plan, he wouldnāt be so calm. Iād likely already be dragged to the Cripta del Dolore, a place that, as the name indicates, is literally a crypt built for pain.
When he finally speaks, though, my heart skips a beat: āGood. I called you here because I have a job for you.ā
My brows knit together slightly, unable to hide my confusion. Thereās still a month until my birthday, and a month until the initiation. Iām not part of famiglia yet.
What the hell does he mean, a job?
Matteo glances away, snortingāa low sound, but sharp enough to reach me. I glance at him just in time to see the blatant annoyance on his face. He doesnāt bother hiding it. He doesnāt look at me, but I can feel the air thickening with the barely-contained madness radiating from him.
Cesare, on the other hand, doesnāt care in the slightest. His attention stays fixed on me as if nothing in the world could distract him, and thatās definitely not a good sign.
āWhat job?ā I ask, realizing too late that heās probably relishing my anxiety.
He leans back. At some point, he had leaned forward, and I wonder if it was on purpose, to intimidate me even more. But now, heās back in that usual straight-backed, elegant, commanding posture. Like this, with his sharply cut features and that controlled expression, he looks older than just thirty.
āI want you to seduce Enzo Bianchi and win his trust.ā
I nearly choke.
That name, slipping from Cesareās lips with carefully measured disdain, sends an instant chill down my spine.
My eyes widen slightly, and every single muscle in my body tenses.
Cesare wants me to seduce a Bianchi.
And not just any Bianchi⦠Enzo.
The second-born, and most likely, heir of the Fratellanza.
And the sworn enemies of the Romanos.
Last Chapters
#87 LXXXVII. Bitter warning taste
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#86 LXXXVI. ENZO BIANCHI (POV)
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#85 LXXXV. ENZO BIANCHI (POV)
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#84 LXXXIV. MATTEO ROMANO (POV)
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#83 LXXXIII. MATTEO ROMANO (POV)
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#82 LXXXII. MATTEO ROMANO (POV)
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#81 LXXXI. Unravels me
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#80 LXXX. Dismissed?
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#79 LXXIX. āYouāre interesting.ā
Last Updated: 4/27/2026#78 LXXVIII. Signora Serraās orders
Last Updated: 4/27/2026
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