He grimaced. “Yeah.”
I watched him get up and grab his bag and coffee. He went to the door and stopped.
“Enzo?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever thought about leaving this life?”
“No,” I said. “I can’t walk away. Rustic Rifles?—”
“No, man. The mafia. Have you considered it? We don’t need it anymore. Why are we still here?”
I frowned at his words. I’d not considered it. It was just my life. It always had been. I’d been raised to become a don. My parents died for this life. I promised my father I’d take over.
“Just think about it, OK? Leaving. What it could mean. I mean… it might get Rosalie back if you want her.”
I forced out a smile. “Go to work. You’ll be late.”
He didn’t move for a moment as he studied me. Finally, he spoke. “Ryder is coming today to take Rosalie and Ellie out to get their nails done. Don’t give him shit, OK?”
I blinked at his words. Cole hated him and had vowed to kill him at one point after he’d seen Ryder kissing Rosalie all those years ago.
“OK, man. I’ll be good.”
“Thanks.” Relief swept over his face, and he left the apartment, the door closing behind him.
I drank my coffee as I sat in my chair.
“Mr. Enzo?” Ellis called out softly.
I put my coffee down. “Hey.”
“Do you know where my mommy and daddy are?”
“Uh, yes. Daddy had to go to work, and Mommy is asleep in Daddy’s room.”
She nodded and looked at the floor. God, she was such a perfect mixture of Cole and Rosalie. Truly a beautiful little girl.
“Mr. Enzo?”
“Yeah?”
“My tummy is hungry. Can you make pancakes like Mommy?”
I chuckled softly and got to my feet. “Sure. Come on. You can help me.”
She dashed ahead of me and went into the kitchen. I watched as she climbed onto the chair and settled in, her blue eyes bright.
I set to work making pancakes for her. I added in chocolate chips like Rosalie did.
“Do you want eggs?” I asked.
“Can you make sunshine eggs like other daddy does?” she asked, her eyes big.
“Uh, maybe. How does he do it?”
“He makes eggs, and then he puts a bacon happy face on it.”
