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He turns and looks at me with a nod and assesses Enzo for a moment. “Hey, yourself, everything good?”
“Everything is just peachy.”
“You’re in a good mood,” he comments glancing at me, then looking at Enzo, to which he shrugs. “She’s not giving you too much hassle, E?”
Enzo laughs and shakes his head. “Dare I say otherwise?”
I narrow my eyes at the both of them and then ask Marco how Katiya is. We haven’t seen her too much around here, with all the comings and goings lately.
“She’s doing good, practically moved in,” he muses. “Though fuck knows why women need that many pairs of shoes.”
“You guys don’t muck around.” Enzo laughs.
In reality, they’ve been together a few months, but hey, if it works for them. Marco seems very happy, and it’s been a long time coming for him. His last relationship crashed and burned andit took a long time for him to trust someone again.
“Beats coming back and forth to each other’s places.”
“We should all have a family dinner soon, when Ma comes home,” I suggest. “It will be a good way for us all to get to know each other more. Taco Tuesday, and I can make my famous guacamole.”
“Sounds good to me.” Marco nods. “I was at the hospital with Dante and Fynn again just after you guys left yesterday. She’s definitely improving. We got lucky.”
“Thank God,” I say, walking over to the coffee machine and setting up the cups for me and Enzo. “She won’t like the changes the doctor has made, but she’ll have to suck it up.”
“She has the support of everyone,” Enzo says. “It might be slow progress to start with, but that’s why she’s the rock of this family.”
Marco smiles and slaps him on the back.
It’s at that same time we hear someone bellowing from the hallway. Enzo and Marco both look at each other, and I see E take his hand to his holster, which I know is hiding in his jacket.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?” I realize pretty quickly that it’s Angelo doing the yelling.
My heart starts racing. Surely, it has nothing to do with us.
But why is he yelling?
Angelo appears a few moments later, or rather, storms into the kitchen and charges straight for Enzo.
My stomach literally drops to the floor. I make a strangled noise in my throat as he literally lunges for him, grabbing him by the throat before any of us can blink, and pushes him up against the wall.
Fuck, he knows.
He’s a strange color and staring into Enzo’s face, way too close for comfort, and I’m aware that I’m yelling at Angelo to let him go.
“I’ll fucking kill you if this is true!” he spits at Enzo, who is in the chokehold of his life and does not try to struggle free. That strikes me as odd, but maybe he knows the best thing is to stay still and keep quiet. Very un-Enzo like.
Luckily, Marco grabs hold of Angelo’s arms and pulls him back.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Angelo spits at him as well. “You’ll want to kill him too when you see this.”
I actually want the ground to swallow me as my heart races in my chest.
How did this happen? Weren’t we careful?
Other than the kiss in the car and us pretending at the wedding, where no one there knows Enzo, we were careful. At least, I thought we were.
“Angelo, please!” I try to reason with him.
“And don’t even get me started with you.” He points at me, and I take a step back. I’ve not seen him this furious in a long time.
