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I did as she said, moving step by step. When the computer came back on, the password was disabled. I logged on and browsed through his files.

“Don’t worry about looking. You won’t know what to do. Just clone the hard drive.”

“How long is this going to take?” I asked.

“Depends on the size of the hard drive. The bigger it is, the longer it’ll take.”

My stomach twisted into a knot. Great. I was sitting in Enzo’s apartment and had no idea when I was going to be able to get out of there. I leaned back in the computer chair and looked around.

“So, who is this guy anyway?”

“A bad man,” I answered.

“Yeah? Well, why did you look at him like that when we were at Blu?”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like you wanted to put his whole dick in your mouth and swallow.”

Groaning, I pushed myself to my feet. “Shut up.”

“Don’t try to get out of the conversation. Answer the question, Texas. If he’s so bad, why did you look at him like you wanted him to come down and talk to you? Like you wanted to be chased,” she said, dragging the word out.

My jaw clicked. “The only thing I want to do is put him behind bars.”

I walked out of the office and made my way down the hall. There was a picture of three boys. I wondered if they were the Vitale brothers.

“And once he’s locked away, he won’t be my problem.”

She whistled. “Ah, I get it. He’s the bad boy. You’re the good guy. It’s a match made in hell, but lust made in heaven,” she sighed wistfully. “It’s the perfect setup, really.”

“You’ve been watching too many romance movies again.”

“There’s absolutely no such thing. I’m getting another call. Do you still need me?”

I shook my head. “Nah. I know how to do the rest.”

“Good luck with your bad boy.”

“Fuck off.”

I hung up to the sound of her laughter. Walking through the rest of his place, I searched every nook and cranny. Enzo had a lot of books. They were stacked on shelves, lying on tables, and placed haphazardly in corners where he’d clearly run out of space. There was a new bookcase sitting on the floor, half put together. I ran my fingers over the clean, dark wood and continued to walk around.

Enzo’s place was… cozy. Big, but comfortable. I could see myself curling up on a couch here or sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. I froze as the thought went through my mind. What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t belong here.

Right, this was the home of the man that I was getting ready to send to prison for a very, very long time. I turned on my heels, ignoring the stupid fantasies that raged and returned to the office. The progress bar was still slowly filling.

I had no choice but to leave again and explore more. From what I could see, I learned things about Enzo; he preferred Jazz and was interested in instruments. There was no tv in his bedroom like there was in mine, but there were more books. In the closet was a range of expensive suits, but in his dresser were comfortable clothes that were soft to the touch.

I looked under his bed and spotted a shoe box. I dragged it out. Popping off the top, I glanced inside. There were pictures inside. Some of them were normal photos of pets, family, and birthdays long gone by. But as I dug through the box, I froze.

There was Enzo with a man who looked somewhat like me. Same dark hair and bright eyes that were gray instead of blue, but he was smiling so hard at the camera. Enzo looked stoic, but there was something in his eyes that looked like joy.

I continued to shuffle through the photos one by one. They turned from cute and sweet to sexy and wild. I quickly moved past those until the photos fell from my hands.

There, the last photo in the group, was the man from before. His face was bloody, one eye swollen shut as blood dripped from his mouth. There was a pleading look on his face and Enzo’s hand was in frame, holding his chin gently. I would know that ring on his finger anywhere.

My stomach lurched as the truth dawned on me. Bile rose in the back of my throat. I scrambled up and raced for the bathroom. My knees slammed against cold tile, and I tossed the toilet seat up just in time to spew my dinner into it. It came up in chunks, gagging me and making my eyes water.