Gabriel was tense, still absorbing Enzo's words. The feeling of being at the center of a whirlwind, between the law and loyalty to the past, was overwhelming. He knew what was at stake, but he couldn't erase the echo of those words. "Prepare yourself, Gabriel. The war will change everything."
The unexpected encounter with Enzo made the mission more complicated than ever. The agents were waiting to advance, but Gabriel was still paralyzed, fighting against the whirlwind of conflicting feelings inside him. He knew that, by choosing to pursue the Moretti mafia, he was leaving behind not only his morals but also any chance of a normal life. And Enzo? Enzo was willing to destroy everything Gabriel was to have him back.
"Gabriel, are you in position?" Ricardo Mendes, chief of police and Gabriel's mentor, was awaiting a response. His voice was laden with impatience, but there was subtle concern.
"In position," Gabriel replied, trying to regain control. But even his words didn't sound convincing.
"Remember, the mission is to prioritize the capture of the leaders. If you have the chance to get Enzo, do it. Don't hesitate." Ricardo's voice cut through the silence, like a reminder of the weight of his responsibilities.
Gabriel gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't hesitate. But each movement seemed like a step closer to the abyss, and Enzo was the abyss he couldn't avoid.
With the mission underway, Gabriel advanced up the building's stairs, his breathing controlled, his steps almost silent. He needed to concentrate. He needed to finish the mission. But the image of Enzo, so vivid and real, was still in his mind, like a shadow that haunted him, reminding him of what could be—and what he could never have.
When he reached the office floor, Gabriel observed, with the attention of a hunter, the mafia men in full negotiation. They were in a luxurious office, surrounded by a pile of money and illegal documents. Gabriel knew that this was the key to dismantling Moretti's empire. But he wasn't alone.
Before he could move, the door behind him opened with a creak. Gabriel turned to see who it was. His heart almost stopped when he saw the face that tormented him.
Enzo appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly disheveled and a look that mixed defiance and desire. He seemed so unperturbed, so immune to the tension of the situation, as if he were more in control than ever. Gabriel's eyes met Enzo's and, for a moment, time seemed to stop. There was something unmistakable in Enzo's eyes—a game of unspoken words, an invitation disguised as a threat.
"Gabriel..." Enzo whispered, almost as if he were amused by Gabriel's obvious discomfort. "Do you really think you're going to capture me?"
Gabriel felt his body contract. He wanted to respond, wanted to shout to Enzo that all this was a mistake, that he had to stop. But something inside him, something deeper than reason, prevented him from doing so. He remembered how they were at university, how they shared intimate and complex moments, without ever really naming what existed between them. That feeling—that uncontrollable chemistry—was still there. He couldn't ignore it.
"You're alone, Enzo. You won't escape this." Gabriel tried to sound firm, his voice hoarse and tense.
Enzo took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Gabriel's. He was provoking him, trying to push him to a limit from which Gabriel could not return.
"You think you can arrest me like any ordinary criminal?" Enzo smiled seductively, almost as if he were reading Gabriel's mind. "Don't be fooled, Gabriel. You would never arrest me. You desire me, and I... I desire you."
Those words were like a blow. Gabriel felt his breath fail for an instant. It wasn't just the mafia he had to face—it was the overwhelming force of desire that ignited between them, something that never had a chance to be extinguished.
Gabriel felt his hands sweat as the tension between them increased, but the moment was interrupted by a scream. The sound echoed through the corridors and soon the office doors opened, revealing the mafia henchmen entering quickly. Enzo gave a sadistic smile, as if he knew that Gabriel couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.
"I really hoped you would make the right choice, Gabriel..." Enzo said, his voice soft and cold. "But, in the end, you'll find that between handcuffs and scars, there is no easy choice."
Enzo made a discreet gesture, and the henchmen began to advance towards Gabriel. But before he could react, Enzo took a step forward, trapping Gabriel in his embrace. The sensation was like an electric shock for Gabriel, the proximity, Enzo's warmth, the familiar scent.
Gabriel tried to resist, but Enzo, with the strength and determination of someone who was used to controlling everything, held him firmly.
"No, Enzo..." Gabriel tried to push him away, but his voice was laden with repressed desire. He didn't want that, but at the same time, he didn't know how to resist.
Enzo smiled possessively, his hand sliding over Gabriel's neck smoothly, but there was a latent threat in the touch.
"You will always be mine, Gabriel. There was never an 'end.' Just a pause." He murmured, his lips almost touching Gabriel's skin.
The cry of the henchmen, now closer, brought Gabriel back to reality. He didn't have time for this. He couldn't let desire dominate him now, not when so much was at stake.
With a quick movement, Gabriel pushed Enzo back, moving away from the suffocating proximity. His heart was pounding, but his mind remained clear.
"It's not going to be like that, Enzo. I'm going to stop you." Gabriel said, his voice low but full of determination.
But Enzo, with that enigmatic smile, just looked at him with an intense gleam in his eyes.
"I hope you try, Gabriel. Because when you fall, I'll be the only one to pick you up."
With that, Enzo walked away, giving orders to his men. Gabriel, in turn, knew that the path ahead would be much more difficult than any mission he had ever faced. Between handcuffs and scars, he needed to decide which side of the line he would be on.
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