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The sting of pain as my hair pulls makes me smile. “That debt is never going to be settled, piccolo.”
The smile is wiped from my face as dread settles deep into my bones. It has to be settled. We have to be even now. I saved his life!
“Why?” I cry out as he pulls me closer to his mouth. His hot breath is on my face, and he smells like bourbon and man. Sweat still lines his brow, and blood seeps through the cloth on his shoulder.
“Because now it is I who is indebted to you…” It dawns on me that he hasn’t said that I still owe him. I’m just about to pull away when his lips crash against mine. The kiss is full of passion, hate, and anger. He holds me in place as I softly paw at his chest. His teeth nip at me in a way that has me parting my own lips.
“You were impossibly fucking hot when you shot that gun,” he groans against my lips. I smile, not sure what all this means. Does this mean that he owes me? That I can leave…
“I’m glad you think it’s hot, but I feel really terrible about killing that man. Even if he was going to kill us.” Sadness forms on my face and can be heard in my voice. I don’t want to hide the fact that it bothers me that I killed someone. Enzo knows how I feel about death, about taking someone else’s life. It isn’t fair.
“It was you or him. I’m certain he wouldn’t have given a shit about you if you’d died,” Enzo says as if he is angry that I feel bad.
“That’s what Jared said, too. I know he wouldn’t have felt bad, and I know that if I didn’t kill him, you would have died, but it doesn’t make what I did any easier.” Tears prick behind my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I haven’t cried through this whole thing, so I don’t know why I feel the need to do so now.
“Sometimes, you have to pull the trigger, piccolo. Sometimes it’s not about you and them as people. Instead, it’s about survival. You kill or be killed, love. That’s how this works.” His voice is so soft it feels as though he is wrapping me in a blanket of kindness. I feel myself leaning down to lie on him, my head on his chest. We have never done such a thing, performed such an intimate act.
Kill or be killed. That’s his motto.
“If you’re indebted to me, what does that mean? You owe me?” I ask quietly as I place a soft kiss against his chest. His muscles constrict, and I run a finger over the dips.
“It means I owe you your freedom. You’re free to go whenever you want. Your father’s debt has been paid in full.” The way he says it makes it seem as though he doesn’t want it to be true.
“What if I don’t want my freedom?”
“Then you’ll be mine,” he growls, moving me so he can see my face. His dark eyes and hair have my pussy clenching with all kinds of wicked wants.
“Yes,” I say, bending down to place my lips on him. “But there are some things that need to change. I want to go back to school, and I want a phone and laptop. I want my dad in my life, and I want you to treat me in front of people the same way you treat me when we are alone–”
“That’s a lot of wants.” Enzo grins.
“Well, take it or leave it. That’s the package deal you’ll have to take if you want me to be yours.”
“I’ll take it. I’ll take the package deal.”
“Good choice.”20EnzoI roll over in bed, accidentally moving my shoulder. Fuck. A sharp pain shoots through my arm and deep into the bone. I clench my teeth, holding back the growl that desperately wants to escape my lips. I don’t want to wake Amara. She’s been more than a little concerned with what’s going on with my shoulder, and I don’t want to stress her out anymore, especially since we are basically in the middle of a war between the mafias.
I look down at her. Her skin has small bruises and scratches on it, and I can’t help but run a finger along one of the marks, wishing my touch can simply make it disappear.
A soft whimper escapes her beautiful lips, and I feel my dick growing hard. I know that I shouldn’t be messing around. I know I need to save my strength, but I survived because of this woman. I had considered her a weakness, but she is the strongest fucking thing, even stronger than I am.
Sitting up slowly, I move to my knees. She is on her belly, which is fine with me. I slowly wiggle out of my night pants. Pulling up the hem of her nightshirt, I notice all she has on is a thong. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. She is sexy as fuck… I imagine how her ass will look rosy red as I smack it repeatedly. Will her skin glow red as I pound into her from behind? Will she purr and moan, begging for more of me?
