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Enzo stepped into me, grabbing my wrist and bending it away from me as he disarmed me. He slipped my gun into his pocket. “I’m back to not trusting you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I’m not the untrustworthy one,” I snapped. I was so angry that it made the blood in my veins feel hot.
Enzo grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the car. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. I shook my head, not wanting to go with him. I’d take my chances on the desolate road in the middle of nowhere. I dug my heels into the grass and mud. Enzo turned back to me and squeezed my arm.
“We have to go. We can deal with this later. Away from the scene of a goddamn murder. Well, multiple murders.”
“I don’t want to get in the car with you.”
A breath of desperation blew from his mouth. He pulled his gun out and put it up to my head. “Get in the goddamn car, or I swear to god—”
“You’ll what?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t make me do something I won’t want to live with.” His lips tightened, and the fierceness in his eyes made me back down. There was a psychotic darkness to them.
“Fine,” I said, pushing the barrel of his gun away from me.
Nothing is fine.
ChapterFive
Enzo
Icouldn’t believe how tonight went. We were used to being the ones shaking down the money, not the ones being shaken. That was not a side I wanted to be on. I was the predator, not the fucking prey. Everything that happened tonight was over rightfully owed money, and Gia wasn’t a fucking payment for their debt. Those Irishmen had no goddamn dignity.
Gia wouldn’t look at me, but I felt the heat radiating off her from the seat beside me. She burned me with her anger. She had bandaged her hand with tape, blood still staining her skin.
“Gia,” I began.
She scoffed. “Don’t bother.”
I was fucking pissed. Between her anger and mine, I was worried the car would burst into flames. I knew Jameson had sent those pictures because Jameson was a fucking prick. He knew I stopped that girl. But he also knew an opportunity when he saw one. An opportunity that would thoroughly fuck the relationship I had with Gia. Trust had already been a problem. She betrayed me once, and now she thought I’d betrayed her.
I would never.
“Throw your little tantrum now because when we get to the house, you’re going to fucking listen to me talk. Understood?”
She didn’t respond. Just brooded.
When we got back to the house, she got out of the car before I could stop her. She unlocked the door and let Atheist out, who charged to greet me. I waited outside on the porch for him to take a piss, and I dreaded how I would explain things to Gia. I didn’t do what she thought I did, but the truth sounded like a lie.
I dragged Atheist in by the collar and slammed the door so hard that the decorations on the wall rattled. I went into the guest bedroom and found Gia rummaging through her bag.
“What are you doing?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Leaving.”
“The fuck you are.”
She stopped shoving shit into her bag and faced me. “You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
There were so many layers to what we needed to talk about, but I wasn’t sure which one to pick through first—the bitch, the murder, or the attempted rape. The pictures of that woman made Gia forget all about the murder. She pushed that shit way to the back of the line. I’d discuss the pictures first.
“You know I wouldn’t fuck around on you.”
“I thought I did.” Her lips tightened. “Pictures don’t lie.”
My lip twitched. “They don’t tell the fucking truth, either.”
