Bewitched His Soul

"Brother why are you…," Logan was shocked to see Enzo standing in front of him.  Wasn't he attending a business meeting in another city and he was supposed to return tomorrow evening? 

"Tell me what is happening here?"Enzo fumed. His personality was so cold and dark that it felt wherever he went the whole atmosphere turned like the winter season, so chilly and lifeless. 

He had a rough and hoarse voice that even when he talked it felt like he was commanding someone. Just like he did now, he raised his voice and the other party couldn't help but step back in fear. 

Enzo was very handsome, 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, strong biceps and muscular figure. He had fair skin, systematic facial features and black eyes so deep that his piercing gaze felt like he was trying to look into your soul. 

With neatly styled hair, stubble beard and always wearing dark colour clothes he gave out devil like vibes. His looks got people attracted to him, but his aura made people keep a distance of at least a ten meters radius around him. 

"Brother, why are you back so early?" Logan asked while the woman with Logan got scared by Enzo's arrival and ran away. 

Enzo's reputation was well known and the party he was dealing with did not delay in signing the contract. Since the meeting ended sooner than he expected he decided to cut his trip short.

When he called Logan, he was on his way to the office, but the finance team had told him they needed  more time, so he decided to come home to take a short nap, and then go to work early the next morning. 

"You still did not answer me," Enzo narrowed his eyes. Logan understood that his brother is the one who asks questions and everyone was obliged to answer him.  Enzo did not  bother explaining to anyone except his father Dimitri. 

"Can't you see it's a party," Logan chuckled. 

"Oh I can see that clearly but it looks like you have forgotten my rules," Enzo fumed and took a step forward. 

"Brother, what did I do? How can you treat your younger brother like this" Logan gulped. 

Some people would need to scream, threaten or use their fists to make the other party obey them, but the way Enzo looked at them, made people obey him easily, for fear of losing their lives. 

Enzo has a sinister personality, and according to him giving easy death to his enemies was a sin.  His eyes always glinted when holding a weapon and seeing the blood gave him a satisfying feeling. Enzo took his time killing his opponents, he tortured them by breaking each of their body parts and locking them up for weeks. 

Unlike Logan who thought he should not waste any time and would immediately shoot with his gun whenever he received an order from his brother to kill someone. 

Logan felt really lucky that Enzo was his brother when he saw Enzo killing someone. Because of the blood relationship he knew even if he made a mistake he would never be on Enzo's bad side. Logan took advantage of this bond and sometimes even crossed the line, that time he got heavy punishment. 

"Didn't I warn you not to bring anyone to the third floor? Whatever you do, I told you to  stay away from my personal space," Enzo gritted his teeth. 

This mansion was gifted to Enzo by his father on his 21st birthday. This was his own space where he stayed most of the time and even held business meetings. Usually, he went home on weekends or whenever his mother Aurora made a demand to see him. 

Logan was a party animal and could not hold parties at his parents' home as his mother was against it. So he held all his parties at Enzo's mansion who also had  no issues with it.  Except one rule which was that the whole third floor was reserved only to Enzo. 

Even the maids are supposed to clean it during the fixed hours and no one is supposed to come unless Enzo calls them. 

From childhood Enzo wanted absolute silence from everyone and chose the corner most room at his parents' house.  The second floor had an office and sometimes meetings were conducted.  While on the first  floor the guests were entertained and Logan held his parties. 

"Enzo, I was. . ," Logan stammered. 'It's just I was tipsy and I was making out with this hot girl, I  did not know when I climbed the stairs and ended in your room.' 

"Call off the party now and there will be no more parties this month,"  Enzo ordered. 

"Yes brother, I will not repeat this again," Logan quickly apologized. He knew it was not wise to argue with Enzo. 

After taking a long shower Enzo wore his black bathrobe and stood  facing the bedroom window. Only a dim light was on in the large bedroom as he liked being in the darkness, it gave him time to gather his thoughts. 

He took a cigarette from the table drawer and after placing it in his mouth lit it from the lighter. Those orange flames' shadows falling on his face while the whole place was dark made him look more dangerous and attractive. 

Letting out the cigarette puff, he wondered how long he should wait to get her?  He felt very lonely and tired during days like this, where he came home alone, after a day of hectic work.  When you are at  the top in your field and have everything except that one thing which you wished the most in life. 

He was not a regular smoker or drinker, doing it only on a few occasions when he was stressed, and could not do anything in spite of having all the power, he smoked to relieve his tension. 

He was giving her all the liberty and freedom in the world till he decided to make his move. But once he enters her life there will be no turning back; he was going to take control of every aspect of her life. 

Enzo put the remaining cigarette in the nearby ashtray and went to bed after looking at the photos in his cellphone. It was a daily habit, whenever he remembered her a lot, he would take out his phone and open the secret folder where all her images were saved. Some photos he had taken secretly while the others had been from social media or from cropping the pictures which Esther posted frequently. 

The pictures did not do her justice, she was the type of beauty for whom people wrote poetry or waged wars.. He did not know whether he could write poetry but he was sure that he did not mind burning anything that came between him and her.