I let Ellis sleep for a little longer before I messaged Ryder to tell him I was ready.
Carefully, I got out of bed, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a purple tank top, then put on my black zipper hoodie. I checked Ellis one more time before taking my crutches and making my way downstairs. I grabbed a little baggie of cookies off the counter and put them into my pocket on my way out.
No one was down there, so I left and came face-to-face with Dmitri.
“Hey there,” he greeted me, getting up from the couch he was sitting on outside the elevator. It was a big area, and Enzo had it set up with a TV and a sitting area.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Out.”
He raised his brows at that. “Where is out?”
“None of your damn business.”
“It’s my job to watch you,” he said. “Boss’s orders. If you leave, I leave with you.”
“I think the fuck not. Sit down. I’m going alone.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you are.”
I closed my eyes and breathed out before pulling out my phone and calling Enzo.
“He’s in his office.” Dmitri nodded to the apartment. “Inside.”
I ignored him.
“Yes?” Enzo answered.
“Call your dog off me,” I said.
Enzo was quiet for a moment. “What?”
“You have a guard outside the door, and he won’t let me leave. He said he has to go with me, and I don’t want company.”
“I’m coming out.” He disconnected the call, and I ground my teeth. I didn’t feel like dealing with this shit.
I sent a quick text to Ryder to let him know the situation.
Rosalie: The guards won’t let me leave. Enzo is coming out.
Ryder: I’m coming up. Hang tight.
The door to the apartment opened, and Enzo stepped out. He was still in his black suit. He strolled toward us.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m trying to leave?—”
“And you told me not to let her,” Dmitri said.
Enzo looked from Dmitri to me. “He’s doing his job. Your guys didn’t want you out. I promised them you’d be taken care of. I’m only doing what I promised them I’d do.”
“I’m not going out. I’m going to the lobby,” I said.
“Why?” Enzo asked.
