Page 1 of Run to Me

Prologue

Enzo

Chaos.

It’s everywhere. In everything. It’s in the sun as it rises and the rain when it falls.

It’s in the city movement and in the crowds of people who walk the streets of New York day in, day out.

Chaos reigns above all else.

It lives inside of us, like an unwanted disease with no cure.

I’ve always had an unhealthy relationship with chaos. The chaos inside of me is so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts at times.

My family believes I live to create chaos because I thrive on it.

I don’t.

I live to create chaos because an outside illusion helps to quiet the chaos that burns within me. It’s a distraction. A way to calm the raging storm that builds up inside me.

I need it to drown out the waves of destruction inside my head so I’m able to think clearly. If only for a short time.

I’m known as the insane brother, the one who doesn’t form emotional attachments and who doesn’t know how to process things normally.

I mean, they’d be right. But only because I’m always too far inside my head to focus on anything else. It’s not that I don’t feel things—not at all—it’s that I feel things too much. I feel too deeply to the point where seeing someone I care about hurt makes my skin itch and my insides burn up, until I feel the need to blow something up to stop the feeling.

It’s the night before my eldest brother’s wedding, and if we were any normal family, we’d be celebrating the fact that my brother is tying the knot to the love of his life.

Except we’re not fucking normal. No, we’re the goddamn Mafia and my brother, Luca, is getting married to a woman that he’s never met as part of a business deal. And for some unknown reason, the whole situation is stressing me the fuck out.

I’m not sure if it’s guilt because Luca is having to sacrifice himself, or because we’re bringing an innocent girl into this fucked up war, but it’s been fucking with my head since our father told us the news last month.

Which is exactly why I agreed to come to the new club that just opened in downtown Manhattan—Spotlights—with my friend Jax. Well, I say he’s a friend, his brother Alec is best friends with Luca and so we ended up having to attend functions and shit together. Due to us being close in age—me being twenty-two, and him being twenty-four—we ended up sticking together, and now I’m just kinda fucking stuck with the asshole.

Jax owns one of the most popular clubs in the city—Arcane—and wanted to come check out the competition. My family owns a few nightclubs around the city too, but I tend to favor hisover ours. I’d rather my business not be witnessed by my family’s men who work there or visit.

I fucking hate clubs, there’s too many people, it’s too loud, there’s too many flashing lights. But it’s also full of disorder, which is why I’m putting myself through the torture in the hopes it quietens my mind.

“Think they’ll go through with it? Or will one of them be left at the altar?” Jax asks from beside me. He knows the details about the deal made between my family and the Chicago outfit.

“They will. Luca will do anything to help the family, and I’m pretty sure the chick is the obedient type. She won’t want to upset her daddy,” I grunt.

I feel sorry for the poor girl. It’s no secret that my brother is an asshole, and if the whispers from Chicago are true, and the girl is a meek little princess who thrives off spending her father’s money and day drinking with other mindless socialites, then Luca will end up fucking destroying the poor woman. At least she didn’t get stuck with my other brother, Marco. That would have been a fucking shit show, not only does he barely speak, but he’s also been pining after the one who got away for the last ten years.

“Your world is so fucked up man,” he sighs and shakes his head.

Fucking tell me about it.

“Yup,” I say and bob my head before taking a swig of my beer.

Jax keeps talking but I tune him out, too busy focusing on what’s happening around me. The bar is right next to the dance floor, so I have a front row view of all the drunk assholes swaying around to the music that thumps from the speakers.

It’s not too busy, considering the club only opened a few days ago, you would think it would be fucking crammed.

The chaos swirls around inside my head and I find myself zoning out as my eyes focus on the beams of light that flash around the club.

Maybe I should give my dad a call, he might have some work for me, or maybe I could go to the warehouse and see if we’ve got anyone tied up that I can play with, I wouldn’t mind carving out someone’s insides right about now. My family try to keep me away from the interrogation rooms, they don’t like that I sometimes get ahead of myself and end up killing the fuckers before their time.