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[Chapter 11] the final chapter

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of torture, mentions of death (murder), heavy smut, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v

an: this is the LAST CHAPTER of Protego. I am very very thankful to all who've stuck around and read everything. Please note that this chapter ends the way it does as it is leading to a sequel. Be on the lookout for my Enzo series soon

The sound of bone smashing bone rang between Mattheo’s ears as he watched Birdie’s fist connect with what was left of Damiano’s face. In an instant his arms were wrapped around her, lifting her up and pulling her a few feet back. “Woah, there, hold on now,” it was like his words fell to the ground, not even reaching her ears as she thrashed in his arms. Enzo’s voice invaded his head, Let her down, Matty. She needs this. She deserves it after everything he put her through. Reluctantly, Mattheo obliges, and the clever little witch is immediately on the fucker again but with more of an unforgiving hand.

Red light leaves the tip of her wand as a spell Mattheo knows all too well, both as the caster and the receiver, hits Damiano’s weakening body. Funny thing about the cruciatus curse is that there are different levels and intensity to it. And with the hatred Birdie held for Damiano, Mattheo could only imagine the pain he must be feeling. Fucking good, he thought. The screech that left Damiano’s throat was like music to Mattheo’s ears, a sinister grin breaking out on his face. Mattheo can’t help the pride that swells within him when she spits another spell from her lips. “Sectum sempra,” even through gritted teeth her voice was the sweetest sound to him.

With a flick of her wrist the wounds she had just created disappeared. Looking to his left Mattheo sees that he’s not the only one wearing a confused expression. The spell leaves her lips again, the bastard in front of her grasping for breath and bleeding profusely before she heals him once more. Theo leaned in close between Enzo and Mattheo, his voice speaking the thoughts that were roaming in Mattheo’s mind, “What is she doing, why is hse healing him after inflicting wounds.” Mattheo shook his head, searching his brain for the right answer but Enzo enlightened them cooly, “She’s prolonging the torture.”

Letting her go on for a few moments longer, Mattheo watches Birdie work meticulously. Fun’s over, grab her, Mattheo gives silent instruction to Theo. Mattheo and Enzo approach Damiano once more. Tongue in cheek and licking his teeth with glee Mattheo casts his own torture spells onto the waste of human life in front of him. “You started something you couldn’t finish, but now it’s finally over. I hope you enjoyed tonight, Damiano. Because it’s going to be your last.” Mattheo took a few steps back, raising his wand and pointing it directly where his heart clearly wasn’t. Mattheo had to give credit where credit was due. Ollivander knew how to make a fucking wand because the grip he had on his should be splitting the fucking wood.

He could feel the beginning of the spell start to form on his lips. The first syllable forming on his tongue when he felt her grip on his forearm. He turned, locking eyes with the person who meant the most to him in this life. He could see the pain, see the yearning. He’s felt it himself. He nodded, lowering his wand and stepping back to join the boys once more. Birdie took his place, standing where he once stood but her small frame seemed to stand taller than he did previously. She held her want out firm, grip knuckle white. She lifted his head, forcing eye contact with the one she hated most. She spoke steady and slowly, the calmness in her tone making all three boys have a new respect and fear for her. Then the words left her lips, tongue dancing around each vowel and consonant like they were created by her solely for this moment.

“Avada Kedavra.”

The green light emitted from her wand with more gusto than she expected. It’s like that the first time. Mattheo remembers his so clearly. He was so young, his arm so small that the power of the spell blew him back several feet. But not Birdie. He could see the muscles in her arm flex as she held her wand tighter. Mattheo shifted a glance to the two boys beside him, making sure they couldn’t see him adjusting his trousers.

When the spell hits it’s intended target Damiano’s body goes impossibly limp, his head hung over the back of the chair, mouth slightly agape as blood runs down his chin. Mattheo’s smirk growing at the scene before him was reflexive. It’s nearly wiped away when he notices Birdie wobbling. His arms are wrapped around her so quickly she probably didn’t even notice the shift in balance before he steadied her.

Mattheo nudged his nose against her neck, lips ghosting along her skin as he speaks, “How do you feel, Princess?” Her eyes are still straight ahead, looking at her handiwork limp on the metal chair like a used rag doll, a single word leaving her plush lips, “Powerful.” Mattheo can’t help the slight growl that leaves his throat, “That’s my fucking girl.” He spins her around to face him, a hand grasping at the small expanse of her throat as he pulls her lips to his. He caught her off guard, her gasping into the kiss, but he takes quick advantage, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth, explore what’s his.

Breaking the kiss, Mattheo keeps his hold on her throat as he directs wordless orders to Theo and Enzo, Clean up the rubbish, I’ll find you later for a debrief and next plans. He can feel Birdie’s pulse quicken under his fingers and it makes his skin hot. “C’mon princess. Let me show you how proud you just made me.” He only just catches a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip before apparating them both back to his room at the manor.

With a flick of her wrist Birdie has the door locked and that small action has Mattheo’s pants growing tighter as she pulls him in by his tie for another searing kiss. Her hands were fast on his tie and the buttons of his shirt as he ripped away the stinky top adorning her chest from her shift at the club. The sound of diamonds hitting the wood floor nearly covered the moaning gasp that left her throat at he palmed her perfect breasts.

He does his best to slow down but all he can think about is marking her up, making sure she knows how proud he is of her. Proud for her first kill, proud for how much strength she displayed, how much ruthlessness. “Oh fuck, Matty,” whimpering moans leave her lips as his wrap around her perk nipples as he lays her down across the duvet. Her nails lightly drag along his back as his lips trail further down. His fingers hook into the elastic of her skirt and panties before dragging them down her legs at an aching speed.

“Please, Matty, thought you were gonna show me how proud you were of me,” she juts her bottom lip out in a perfect pout as she spreads her legs to display her glistening cunt. Mattheo’s nearly growling at the site of her putting on a view for him. His hands trail back up her legs, thumbs massaging the plush of her inner thighs, “Oh, I’m very proud of you Princess. You did so well tonight. Now let’s see if you can keep that behavior up.”

Birdie is only able to respond with a gasping moan as Mattheo flattened his tongue to lick a slow, tortuous stripe through her folds. His thumbs continue massaging her thighs as his mouth closes around her aching clit. Birdie’s hand shoots to his hair as her back arches off the bed, “Fu-uck, Matty, just like that.” Mattheo moaned into her cunt as she pulled at his curly locks, his erection aching against his trousers. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat as he sunk two fingers deep inside, curling and pumping and hitting that spot she needed most just right. Mattheo can feel her legs tremble as they tighten around his head, the action causing him to grind his hard on into the mattress.

He lets her grind against his mouth and fingers, riding out her high before trailing kisses back up her body and capturing her lips on his own. He feels her small hand push against his broad shoulder until his back hits the mattress. She shifts, legs straddling his waist, her mouth never leaving his as her hands trailed down the divots of his abs to get to his belt. Mattheo can’t help the smile spread across his face as he mumbles against her lips, “Eager are we, pretty girl?” Birdie simply nods, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she crawls down, dragging his trousers and boxers with her.

Mattheo’s hand caught Birdie’s wrists with a smirk, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall quickly, “Aren’t I suppose to be taking care of you, Princess?” Birdie wears a sly smile, “You took care of me very well, Mr. Riddle. Why don’t you let me show you how much I appreciate you.” Mattheo laced his fingers through her hair, gripping tightly at the use of his surname. Birdie smiled at this, taking his cock in one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Mattheo’s head lulled back, eyes closing at the sensation of her small hand gripping him with just the right pressure. A growl of a moan left his throat as her tongue trailed wide and flat from the base of his cock until her lips wrapped around the head.

He lifted his head, eyes trained on her mouth as she slowly filled her throat, using her hand with what couldn’t fit. “Bloody fucking hell, you look gorgeous like this, Princess,” Mattheo’s voice was low and possessive, eyes darkening with each bob of her head, each twist of her hand. He tried his best to keep his hips from bucking, wanting to allow her to move at her own pace. But the way her tongue trailed along his cock, flicking across the tip while her hand continued to work had Mattheo nearly going insane. With a slightly harsh pull, he lifted her head, her mouth leaving his cock but a trail of saliva still connecting the two.

Birdie wore a slight pout on her lips. Mattheo grinned, cupping her cheek and using his thumb to swipe over her bottom lip, “Don’t be sad, pretty girl, you were doing such a good job for me. Almost too good, and I wanna finish inside that pretty pussy of yours, is that alright?” Mattheo pushed his thumb past her swollen lips, Birdie nodding as she sucked enthusiastically on his thumb. “Good girl.” Mattheo grips her neck gently, lips ghosting teasingly over hers as he guides her back to the mattress, “Be nice and loud for me, princess. I know you can do it.”

Birdie opens her mouth to quip back but what comes out instead is a whimpering moan as Mattheo sinks his entire length into her dripping cunt. He could feel her body react to him, feel her walls contract around his length, her legs shake slightly at the force he applied with his first thrust. Birdie held onto him tight, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his hair and his face buried into the crook of her neck. Mattheo felt like he could stay like this forever, buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around him, hearing her moans and whimpers of pleasure. Pleasure he was giving her.

Mattheo hooked her knees over his elbows, pushing her knees to her chest. The new angle made it feel like he was deeper, loud cries of pleasure falling from her lips. “That’s right, Princess, let it out. Tell the whole manor who makes you feel this good. Let the whole manor hear who owns you. Who owns you and this pussy, Princess?” Birdie’s head lulled back, eyes rolling as a near pornagraphic moan came out. Mattheo dropped a leg, hand catching her throat, “Eyes on me, pretty girl. I asked you a question.”

Her mouth fell agape after a particularly hearty thrust before a smirk graces her features. “It’s you, fuck, Mattheo! Mattheo, Mattheo, Mattheo,” his name fell from her lips like a praised chant as her vision turned white with pleasure, her orgasm wracking her body. A small whine emitted from her as he pulled out, but she was quickly gasping again as Mattheo flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and sinking deep into her from behind.

His hands dipped over her curves, up the muscles of her back, over her shoulders before clasping around the front of her throat. He used this leverage to fuck her harder, her previous orgasm making her oversensitive, her second one fast approaching. Mattheo could feel it, feel her cunt squeezing him harder, feel it trembling around his cock, “That’s it, that’s my good girl. Let go f’me, gimme one more so I can fill that pretty pussy up.” His words seemed to be all the permission her body was waiting for, her legs trembling beneath her as her second orgasm wracked through her.

Mattheo’s hands slid from her neck back down to her hips, gripping tightly as his thrusts became sloppy, “Fu-uuuck me, Princess, that’s it. Right. Fucking. There.” His last three words each punctuated by deep thrusts before he held his stuttering hips flush to hers, spilling his seed deep inside her still convulsing core. Mattheo pulled his cock out slowly, both he and Birdie making small gasps and whimpers at the disconnection. Mattheo laid down on the bed, pulling Birdie flush to his side, placing a long kiss to her temple.

Birdie’s fingers trailed up and down his chest, occasionally dipping in the divots of his abdomen. His muscles seemed to twitch at the action, the slight ticklish nature making her smile, “You think they heard, hmm? Or was I not loud enough? Should I shout that you own me again?” She peered up at him, his arm not wrapped around her tucked behind his head as he looked down at her, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips, “Cheeky girl, ready for another round so soon hmm?” The hand wrapped around her gave her bum a light pinch causing a girlish squeal to leave her mouth as she attempted to shy away from his hands.

This small play fight soon ended with a series of deep kisses before Mattheo stood from the bed, waving his wand over her, then him, cleaning them both up from earlier activities. Birdie settled in under the covers, tilting her head, “You going to join me?” Mattheo smiled, walking to her side of the bed as he pulled on his briefs, then a pair of slacks, “As much as I would love to, I have to have a quick meeting with the boys. Will you survive without me for a while, or will you soon perish?” Birdie giggled at his dramatics, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another quick but deep kiss, “I shall survive, but I’ll be ever so lonely.” She did her best impression of an old Hollywood movie star, falling back to the pillows with her eyes closed, one hand on her heart and the other over her head.

Mattheo couldn’t contain the boyish giggle that he let out, the next words falling from his mouth, something he never thought he’d say to another person, “Merlin, I love you.” Birdie’s eyes shot open, mouth open half in shock, half in a smile, “What did you just say?” Mattheo felt like his throat was closing, suddenly nervous and hot, palms sweaty as he wrung his hands together, “I, erm, I said I love you.” Mattheo didn’t expect the high pitch squeal, or for her to jump from the bed and into his arms, his hands quickly holding her still bare arse as she began assaulting his face and neck with kisses.

“You love me, huh? Like really love me?” Her voice was slightly muffled as her face was still smashing kisses all over the skin she could reach. He laughed again, “Yes, I love you. Really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, Birdie.” Birdie lifted her head then, the smile never leaving her face, “Well that’s good, Matty. Because I’m really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, too.” Mattheo dropped her onto the bed, crawling over her naked form and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hand trailed up her side, ghosting up the valley of her breasts before her hand caught his wrist, her other hand pushing him away slightly at his chest. A frown found it’s way to his features, but Birdie only smiled, “Go. Have your meeting with the boys, I’ll be here when you get back.”

Mattheo gave her one last long kiss before grabbing a black dress shirt and shrugging it over his shoulders. Meeting in my office. Now, he relayed to the boys. Mattheo fitted his buttons together as he descended the stairs and down the hall to his office, walking through the open doors as he finished the last two before tucking his shirt into his trousers. Enzo gave Theo a pointed look, eyebrows wiggling as Mattheo shut the door behind him. “Theo, Enzo, did you do what I asked of you?” Both men stood straighter, Enzo responded, “Yes, boss. Everything’s taken care of.” Mattheo nodded, leaning against the front of his desk.

“Is that all we’re here for, or is there more?” Draco wore a slightly annoyed look, but Mattheo was pretty sure his face was just stuck in a sneer. Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Excuse me, cousin. You can’t really blame me for making sure the biggest problem we’ve had over the last several months is officially gone. Let’s not forget what he did.”

Draco huffed, crossing his arms, “I’m very aware of what happened. I’m the one that healed her lest you forget, cousin. She got her revenge, didn’t she? Or was Berkshire lying about our little birdie’s triumph.” Mattheo glared at his relative, “He wasn’t lying. I’m well aware she got her revenge, I was there. She was in my arms after it happened.”

“Yeah and it sounded like you were in a couple things of hers afterwards, too,” Theo couldn’t help the slight snort that left his lips at Blaise’s quick response, soon causing the rest of the boys to erupt in boyish laughter and pushing Mattheo’s shoulders back and forth between them. “Alright, alright, enough mucking about,” Mattheo pushed his friends off him, the smirk he was wearing not easily hidden. “I actually brought you all in here for a purpose, yeah?”

The others settled down, all nodding. Mattheo grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, flipping through them quickly until he found the one he was looking for, “Right, I want to make sure that Damiano’s family isn’t a problem anymore. I know his closest goons are gone, thanks to Theo and Enzo,” the two mentioned boys each giving a curt nod, “and Damiano himself is effectively…nonexistent now thanks to Birdie.”

Mattheo set the papers back down, now crossing his arms over his chest, “But what I want is absolute certainty they won't be a bother, whatever's left of them. We’ve also got two shipments to deal with later this week. Blaise,” Mattheo turned to the taller man, “you and Draco are going to handle that, a’right?” Blaise and Draco both nodded.

“What about us? We’ll be able to double check on the Lombardi family and be back before the end of the week. What're we gonna be doing just sitting on our arses?” Enzo was grumbling like a school child, Theo equally pouting beside him. Mattheo held the bridge of his nose, reminding himself to take deep breaths and that Birdie would be incredibly tiffed if he punch her best friend in the nose just for annoying him.

Thankfully there was a knock at the door briefly before it opened to reveal Pansy, a tan folder grasped in her slender hand. “I’m done with the interviews and I’ve chosen for the spot,” Pansy held the envelope out towards Mattheo who took it quickly, wanting any excuse not to answer Enzo’s whining. The others waited briefly as he scanned the file before shutting it and setting it on his desk.

“Just your luck, Enzo, you and Theo get to stay at the club with me and Pansy next week.” The duo groaned slightly, Theo cursing in Italian under his breath. “Are you punishing us or something?” Enzo slumped in the chair behind him, his long arms hanging over the arm rests. Pansy smirked,, “Don’t pout Enz, you’ll be working. I need your skill of reading people.” The rest of the boys all looked between each other, their curiosity peaking with each passing moment.

Mattheo rested his hands on either side of his hips on the desk as he leaned against it once more, “I need you and Theo at the club because I need you both to keep an eye on things, make sure things stay in order, nothing goes missing, and that who Pansy’s chosen minds their own and doesn’t push to know more than is necessary until we agree it’s necessary.” This piqued Theo’s interest, Enzo’s too, who was now sitting up straighter in the chair. Blaise was the only one bold enough to ask for more detail, “So we’ve got a new hire or something and you need Enzo’s elite body language understanding to double check everything before they officially have the job? Who’d you hire? Another bartender?”

Pansy shook her head, a playful smile playing on her lips, “No, Birdie and Enzo have the bar covered. What we hired….is a new dancer.”

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suugarbabe · 3 months

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Respect the Family

| Chapter 1 |

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of drinking

an: Surprise, it came earlier for you all. I told you things would happen fast once i could write comfortably again. this is the first chapter in the sequel to the Protego Series. click the hyperlink if you haven't read that first. While it isn't necessarily a need for you to read Protego first, it may help you better understand some of the characters personalities and how they function as a family. There will be sections in later chapters that call back to portions of protege that may make you confused if you have not read this series. <3

The reflection in the mirror was someone you didn’t recognize. Yet every time you moved, it moved with you. You applied mascara, the reflection did the same. You glossed your lips, so did the woman looking back at you. A pair of hands landed gently on the woman’s shoulders in the mirror and you felt the pressure on your own. “You look great, hun!” Roxy’s chipper tone was an encouraging attempt to calm your nerves. Pouting slightly you made eye contact through the mirror, “Dunno, Rox. I’m super thankful you got me this job but I’m proper nervous.” Roxy gave your shoulders a squeeze, “It’s alright, hun, happens to all of us. I’m having the bartender bring you a little liquid courage to help with all that.”

You let out a low groan, closing your eyes and using the tips of your forefingers to rub your temples with slight pressure. A clinking of glass on table made you straighten up. A large shot glass filled with clear liquor was sat down in front of you. Looking up you were met with a tall and lean frame of a man. A messy fluff of dirty blonde hair settled and framed his features after he ran his hand through it, “Erm, Rox said you needed this?” His eyes seemed to dance with a mixture of shyness and mischief as his finger pointed toward the shot glass in front of you. You nodded, smiling awkwardly as it felt like your voice was lost in your throat. Taking the glass you threw your head back, clearing the shot in one smooth motion.

The man in front of you let out a low whistle, “That nervous, huh?” You let out a small laugh, adjusting the straps of your outfit in the mirror, “Just a little. First day jitters I guess; we all get them right?” The man smiled back at you, the action reaching his amber eyes. “I’m Lorenzo by the way, erm, Enzo. My friends call me Enzo. You can call me either, w-whatever you like,” his slight stammering made you smile, a real genuine smile and you felt yourself relax slightly. Enzo mirrored your expression, asking for your name in return. You enlighten him, giving him your name before listening to him repeat it to himself like he’s trying to commit it to memory. The way he looks at you, smiles at you, there's something different, you can’t quite put your finger on just what yet.

A voice calls out behind you, “Bunny, you’re up next! Oh, hey Berk, what’re you doing in here?” Enzo’s cheeks turned a blushing pink, “Erm, hey Blaise. Roxy asked me to bring a drink to -” he turned to face you, “I thought you said your name was-” You cut him off with a raise of your hand, “It’s my stage name, you can call me that if you’d like, or any other nickname variation your pretty little head can think of.” You threw him a wink as you stood up, Blaise stepping aside to let you exit towards the stage. Enzo’s eyes never left your figure your entire walk out, his vision trained on the door you walked through. He didn’t notice Blaise walked towards him, now resting against the vanity you were just sat, “Developing a crush on the new girl already, bruv?” Blaise’s teases caused another dusting to cover Enzo’s freckled cheeks before he cleared his throat, “‘Course not. Roxy just asked-”

“Roxy just asked,” Blaise mimicked Enzo with a teasing high pitched tone, “Come off it, mate, you might be able to fool Nott with that shite but you’re not fooling me. Have your looks and your fun, but you know that’s all it can be. You know Riddle’s rule.” Enzo rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, mate, you know I’m not a relationship type of guy. Like you said, I’m just gonna have my fun while I can. You know we haven’t gotten any new faces around here since long before Birdie showed up and she’s like my sister. I’m just enjoying the new fruit.” Blaise clasped a hand on Enzo’s shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that.”

Enzo shoves Blaise’s hand off his shoulder playfully before straightening his vest, smoothing his hands down his chest as he walks out of the dressing room. He makes a b-line for the bar, responding quickly to Birdie when she asks how he’s doing, “Fine!” his voic betrays him at first, high pitched and cracking before he clears his throat, “Erm, fine, doing just fine.” Birdie’s eyebrows raise slightly, “Three fines and a crack? What’s got your pants in a twist huh?” Enzo rolls his eyes, taking a drink order for the man in front of him and turning his back to Birdie while looking for the right liquor. Birdie, ever the persistent one, isn’t too keen on this reaction, “One of the dancers reject you again or something?”

He scoffs at this, “Oh, please, Angel. You know they never reject me.” The playful smirk on Enzo’s face makes Birdie laugh out loud. He hands the drink to the patron in front of him, seemingly getting distracted by the scene over his shoulder. Up on the main stage was something Enzo should’ve expected but wasn’t prepared for. He knew you were a dancer, but he didn’t know you could dance like that. His eyes were trained on your figure as he watched you spin around the pole, the thickness of your thighs sparkling with whatever lotion you had coated yourself in having him in a trance.

When you crawled on your knees to the edge of the stage, picking up muggle money being thrown in your direction he felt his jaw tense reflexively. You sat back on your heels, knees spread wide open as you ran your hands up your body to the suggestive lyrics of the song. You pulsed up and down on your knees slightly as you ran your hands through your hair before leaning back fully, the position making your chest push out more and Enzo’s pants tighten. You flipped over to your stomach before pushing back up to your hands and knees, back arching to put your ass on full display for the patrons as you twirled your head in a circle, your hair whipping around wildly. Bills and galleons started hitting the stage like rainfall and Enzo could feel his grip on the neck of the liquor bottle tighten dangerously.

“She’s a cute one, isn’t she?” Birdie's teasing tone brought Enzo’s focus back from his growing delusions, his cheeks heating exponentially. “Who’s cute?” He wipes the top of the bar with a rag, avoiding eye contact and hoping he can avoid accusation. Unsurprisingly he’s wrong for both, “Bunny, obviously. You’re basically fucking her with your staring, Enzie.” He shakes his head a little more adamantly, a mistake leaving his mouth without him realizing, “That’s not her real name you know.” He stops mid-motion, eyes closing as a low curse leaves his lips in a whisper.

The grin that encompassed Birdie’s face made Enzo’s stomach twist nervously, “Oh! So she introduced herself real name first, huh? She must have looked into those pretty eyes of yours.” She pinched his cheek playfully before being swatted off. “Did you give her a handsome smile, bub? Shoot her a signature wink like you do?” Birdie grinned as she bit into an orange slice from the bar. Enzo huffed in annoyance, “You know, Angel, you’re acting like a fucking tosser. Been hanging out with Nott more lately?” Birdie doubled down, her grin growing knowingly at her friend, “You fucking choked up didn’t you…does this girl make you nervous Enzo?”

Enzo rolled his eyes, taking one last peek at you on the stage, “You know I don’t get nervous, Angel,” he patted his vest pocket, checking for his cigarettes, “I’m going for a smoke, I’ll be back in 15.” Birdie made an ‘okay’ symbol with her fingers, giving him a wink before turning back to her tasks. Enzo took long strides through the club to get to the back door, pushing it open with more force than probably necessary. The outside air was cool on his skin, a relief to the warmth he seemed to be overwhelmed with since meeting you earlier tonight. A chill overcame his body, the hairs on his arm standing up; he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the slam of the back door, “Fucking Salazar, mate you sca-“, he cut him self off when he realized who had come through the door. He expected Blaise or Theo to have followed him out, but he was blessed with a surprise instead.

You sauntered over, still in your stage outfit, the slightest of quirks on the edge of your lips, “Awh, are we mates now, Lorenzo? That’s so sweet of you. Can I bum one?” You nodded toward the pack of cigarettes in his hand. He held them up wordlessly, his own loose on his lips while his eyes followed your every move. You took one from the pack, your glossed lips wrapping around the butt in such an average way yet to Enzo it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. With a snap the tip of your finger was on fire. Lighting your cigarette the flame disappeared and you took a deep inhale.

“The crowd always so eager?” You sat into your hip, voice causing Enzo to repeatedly blink himself out of his daze. “Erm, m’sorry, what?” A soft laugh left through your nose as you took another inhale, smoke billowing from your pillowy lips as you spoke again, “Is the crowd always so eager with all the dancers?” Enzo took a long drag before answering, “Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to boost your ego?” A sly smile toyed on your lips, “Can you do both?” Enzo hummed to himself, trying to hide his growing smile. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but something about you made it feel like his insides were on fire. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to impress you, intimidate you, or push you up against the brick wall and take you right in the back alley.

Enzo flicked his cigarette, ash tumbling off the end, “Most of the men who come here are pretty mindless, always throwing their money carelessly at any dancer on stage with the delusion that maybe they’ll get to take one of you home. You are one of the more beautiful dancers we have though, I'll give you that much.” You snorted at this, Enzo smiled, “They probably seemed so eager because you’re the new girl. You know, fresh meat to their eyes; the new shiny toy.” You raised your eyebrows at this, nodding as you took your last drag before tossing your cigarette on the ground and crushing it beneath your pump, “So you and them aren’t much different then, huh Lorenzo?” Head tilting to the side, Enzo’s eyes squinted slightly, “Dunno what you mean by that, love, care to enlighten me?”

Maybe it was the responses you were getting on stage that made your confidence flip from earlier in the night. Or maybe it was the three additional shots you had downed with the other dancers backstage as your ‘completed first dance tradition’. Either way you were feeling braver, feeling like you were more in charge of yourself, feeling more like your actual self. “Aren’t I just the new shiny toy to you too?” You took a step closer to Enzo and he took a step back towards the wall as a response. “I don’t mess around with the dancers, Bunny,” Enzo took his last drag as a cover for any facial expression that might give him away. You, however, weren’t buying it.

“That’s not what I heard,” you step closer once more, making Enzo’s back hit the wall and a grunt leave his lips. “I heard Berkshire has a list of dancers he’s shagged, and I was just wondering,” you toyed with one of the buttons on his vest, “am I gonna be added to that list?” You had to tilt your neck slightly to meet his eyes now, but that was exactly your plan. Peering up at him you batted your lashes, the teenset of pouts on your lips. Enzo was thanking every high wizard, Merlin, Salazar, hell even fucking Godric Gryffindor for the strength of his restraint in this moment. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was toying with his vest, the action so quick it startled you that it even happened. “Oh, Bunny girl, you will never be on that list,” he leaned down now, lips ghosting at the shell of your ear, “but if you really want me that badly, I’d never say no to a pretty girl throwing herself at me so desperately.”

You took a step back from him, trying, and failing, to jerk your wrist away from his grasp, “I’m not acting desperate.” You were insulted at the insinuation. But it seemed like Enzo wasn’t listening as his brows furrowed looking just past your shoulder and then he rolled his eyes, “I have to go, we can do this again your next shift, yeah?” He released you then but the heat from his palm still radiated on your skin as you watched him walk back into the club.

Enzo shook his head a few times, trying to clear his mind of all the horrible and raunchy thoughts that were consuming him about you as he tried to ignore Draco’s voice in his head again, We’re waiting on you, Berk, get your ass in here, NOW. Enzo huffed out an annoyed sigh as he opened the door to Mattheo’s office, all eyes turning to him as he entered. Enzo wore a saccharine grin as he touched his cheek, “What? Got something on my face?” Mattheo wore a less than pleased look as he leaned against the front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest yet still not a wrinkle on his black designer suit. Birdie sat perched on the desk next to him, a smirk on her face as Mattheo spoke. “What the hell took you so long, Berkshire.”

Theo raised his hand as if they were back in school, “I know, call on me, Matty!” Mattheo gave a half-assed wave of his hand, but it was all the permission Theo needed to be his idiot self before he opened his mouth again, “Berk was in the alley with Buuunnnyy.” Theo said the end in a sing-song voice before settling into a quiet giggle as Enzo glared at him, ignoring the glare he was receiving himself from Mattheo. Enzo opened his mouth to respond but was cut off quickly by Mattheo's harsh tone, “Cut it off, Berkshire. And do it now. We don’t have time for you to go gallivanting around with your cock out for the new dancer, not with what we have coming up right now.”

Enzo clicked his tongue in response, “Okay, first off, I don’t go gallivanting my cock around or whatever the fuck you just said. Secondly, I just turned her down in the alley, thank you very much.” Birdie and Blaise both raised their eyebrows before exchanging a look that Enzo did not want to delve into right now. Mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose, growling out in slight frustration, “Whatever the fuck it is, stay clear of it. We’ve got more important things to worry about and I need your head on straight, Enzo. You can’t be weakened by some stripper when we’re dealing with the Corvo family.”

Pansy gasped in disbelief, “The Corvo family, are you serious Mattheo?” He braced himself with a hand on his desk, the other grabbing hold of Birdie’s thigh, “Yes, I’m serious, Pans. I know everyone thought they were dormant, but at the last meeting there were rumors.” Draco crossed his arms, “What kind of rumors?”

“Like the kind of rumors that could start a war, Cousin,” Mattheo took a slow glance around the room, making sure everyone took in what he was saying, how serious this information really was. “We have four shipments to get out in the next four weeks; there cannot be any mistakes, do we all have an understanding?” A unified ‘yes, boss’ rang out in the room. “The Corvo’s cannot interrupt this arrangement. The trades we’re doing are creating allyships that are heavily important to our family. No one outside of this room is to be involved. I understand some of the dancers have a suspicion of what we do beyond the club, but as far as anyone else is concerned, it’s all rumors. Outside of the mansion and outside of this room the business is not to be spoken to with anyone. Inside this club, the club is all we speak of, that’s the only business we have and that’s the only thing anyone is concerned about.

“With this mess of rumors concerning the Corvo’s we cannot and will not have any information leaked in any capacity. While we love our Birdie,” Mattheo turned and kissed his girl on the cheek, “we fucking hate rats.” Enzo and Theo made eye contact across the room, both simulating a fake gag at the scene. However, Enzo perked up at the end of Mattheo’s speech, “You know, personally I love a rat, they’re one of my favorites to kill.” Enzo wiggled his eyebrows while cracking his knuckles. Pansy rolled her eyes, “Okay, killer, calm down. If we need you we’ll call for you.” Enzo blew her a kiss. Pansy pretended to catch it mid air before turning her hand and displaying her middle finger.

Mattheo groaned in annoyance, “Alright, if we all understand then there shouldn’t be any problems. You all can go.” Except you Enzo, you stay, Mattheo’s voice rang in Enzo’s head. The other’s all left the room as Enzo took a seat in front of Mattheo’s desk. With the click of the door locking again, Mattheo’s full attention was on Enzo. “Are you sure I don’t have anything to worry about with Bunny? I know I didn’t hire an ugly dancer, I never do and I know how much you enjoy that.” Enzo pulled at his bottom lip, head nodding, “I know, I know, but I swear, Matt. I’m good. I was serious earlier, girl came on to me hard, asked to be my shiny new play toy and everything, I told her it would never happen. You have nothing to worry about. I’m fully focused on the family business.” Mattheo raised his eyebrows, as if to ask one more time if Enzo was sure.

Enzo held his hands up, sincere smile on, “I promise, Mattheo. Bunny means nothing to me.”

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