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“Nothing,” I answered. “Your family is important to you. I get that.”

It just feels like there’s always something more important than me out there. To everyone I know.

“Talk to me,” Enzo demanded.

“I want some coffee and breakfast,” I said, sidestepping the conversation as I pulled out of his grasp. “In that order.”

Enzo grabbed my wrist and spun me around. My back brushed up against the counter as he glared at me. Would I ever get tired of that irritated look on his face? My cock jumped to attention, and I told it to go the hell away. I had to stop fucking Enzo, or I was going to lose my mind.

“Please, tell me what you were just thinking. I don’t understand.” His eyebrows knit together, and he frowned. “I want to understand.”

I opened my mouth to fire off some smart-ass retort. One look into his eyes, and I couldn’t do it. Slowly, I’d begun noticing things about Enzo. He was a crazy, dangerous man, but there was more to him than that.

“I was thinking how people always put others before me. How… I was kind of jealous that your family would be more important than me if we were ever more than we are now. Which is nothing, but—”

“You think we’re nothing?”

I blinked at him. “Besides some hot sex? I don’t know.”

Enzo dragged me toward him. “Didn’t you hear when I said you were mine?”

A shiver ran up my spine. “Y-yeah,” I muttered. “But that’s just something people say when they’re screwing.”

“I don’t just say things.”

My body heated up. I had no response to that other than to stare at Enzo and the anger that crossed his features. He laid his hand on my throat and squeezed, pulling me closer until our lips met.

“I’m not letting you go, Tex,” he whispered.

“What if I wanted to leave right now?” I asked, my lips against his, dying to feel him kiss me more.

“I’ve given you plenty of chances. I won’t hand out anymore.”

There was a resolve in his voice that I didn’t want to test. At least the sane side of me didn’t. The horny brain side of me almost wanted him to hold me down and never let me escape. Then I will know he really cares about me.

Goddamn, I need therapy.

Enzo pulled away and poured coffee in our cups. He pulled out creamer and sugar. Together, we made our drinks the way we liked. I glanced over to see how he liked his and found him watching me at the same time. I quickly focused on my own drink.

“My family is important to me,” Enzo said. “But so are you. Why else would I spend so much time making sure you’re safe?”

I stared at Enzo, my stomach flip-flopping all over the place. He knew exactly what to say to trip me up. I focused on my coffee again. The first sip drew a moan from my lips. It was like liquid gold coursing down my throat and awakening my senses.

My phone buzzed on the countertop, drawing me back to reality. I snatched it up when I saw Rourke’s name on the screen.

“Don’t answer that,” Enzo said.

I gazed up, and his eyebrow was lifted. I frowned. “I have to. It’s my partner. He’s probably wondering where the hell I am.”

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

Nodding, I stared at the screen. “I don’t, but Rourke and I usually catch up on our days off. Coffee and a walk through the park to talk about life, work, and everything else.”

“You like him,” Enzo said tightly.

“He’s a good friend.”

“Just a friend?” He shot back.