Marco and Enzo fum

Greeting

In a private club in the heart of Sicily, the Bellini brothers owned the night. Marco and Enzo, feared on the streets but adored by those who owed them their lives or their business, celebrated the success of their latest big coup: a deal sealed with the Russians. Champagne, red lights, cigar smoke, and deafening music filled the room. Luisa, Marco's girlfriend, was elegant fire: red lips, a tight black dress, a mesmerizing gaze. Natalia, Enzo's girlfriend, was pure charming chaos: explosive laughter, loose hair, and a silver dress that shone like her character. The night progressed and the drinks flowed. At one point, the DJ changed the rhythm: a wild reggaeton song started playing. In the middle of the crowd, Luisa and Natalia looked at each other, laughed, and went to the center of the dance floor. Eyes followed them like magnets. And then the twerking began. Marco looked up from the leather armchair where he reigned like a king. He saw Luisa moving to the rhythm, surrounded by men with drinks and smarmy smiles. Enzo, beside him, dropped his glass when he saw a guy approaching Natalia as if the dance floor were his own. "Are you seeing the same thing as me?" Enzo murmured, his knuckles white. "I don't know if I want to see any more," Marco grumbled, already standing. The siblings crossed the dance floor with a firm step, the guests moving aside as if they could feel the change in air pressure. Marco approached Luisa and took her by the waist with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Are you having fun, honey?" "Jealous, Marco?" Luisa said, amused but a little tense. —No. Worried. These beasts don't know that you already have an owner —he replied, kissing her neck as a warning. Meanwhile, Enzo grabbed Natalia by the wrist. —What do you think you're doing? "Dancing. Or do you want me to sit here like a statue while everyone else celebrates?" —I don't need a statue. I need a queen.

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