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His words send a shiver down my spine. “Am I a threat to what you hold dear?”
“Unless you’ve got a secret plan in the works to take over the Cosa Nostra, I’m gonna say no.”
“All my free time is spent with Netflix, so scheming simply isn’t possible.”
“Good to know.”
“Enzo,” I breathe, feeling the weight of every move we make.
“Abby,” he whispers back, the warmth of his touch seeping into a place that has never been touched before. “It’s time to eat.”
“Alright.” The sound of a distant clock chimes, reminding me of the fleeting nature of our time together. I watch him lift off the covers of the dishes filling the table and let the incredible aroma of our meal distract me from the questions I want to ask.
The dimly lit room casts a warm glow over the table, creating an intimate atmosphere that feels like a sanctuary from the outside world. I pick up my fork, the cool metal glinting in the candlelight, and take a small bite of the branzino. “Wow.”
“It’s the most popular item on the menu.”
“Don’t tell my brother, but this could easily be added to my list of favorite dishes.”
“All your secrets are safe with me.” He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s your turn. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
I smile, taking a moment to consider my response. “When I was a teenager, I used to sneak out of my window at night and stargaze. It made me feel like anything was possible and that my life wouldn’t always be confined to our corner of the city.”
“Freedom. It’s a seductive master.”
Our fingers brush against each other as we reach for our glasses, sending a jolt of electricity through me. In this place, we are not Abby, the woman who dared to cross Rodrigo Vargas, nor Enzo, the man entangled in the dangerous world of the Cosa Nostra.
We’re simply two people that are drawn together.
Enzo wipes his mouth and sits back. “Have you ever felt this kind of thing with anyone else?”
“Well…I was crazy about Cookie Monster when I was a kid. Took him with me wherever I went. Preschool, playground, my grandfather’s laundromats.” I look up. “If I didn’t have him in my grubby little hand, the world didn’t feel right, so to answer your question, yes, I have felt this before.”
He fights a smile. “I never thought I would want to kick Cookie’s ass, but I’m kinda jealous.”
“As anyone would be.”
“Just know I will happily hold your grubby hand and make the world feel safe whenever you want.”
“Don’t cast a spell that you can’t deliver on,” I whisper, my heart pounding as our fingers intertwine.
“I want one night together,” he says softly, his eyes locked onto mine. “I don’t have a clear path forward, but that doesn’t mean I won’t eventually find one.”
“One night?” I ask quietly.
“For now.”
Silence envelops us as a thousand unspoken words pass between us in an instant.
“One night shouldn’t change our fates,” I say quietly.
“But it probably will,” he replies as he stands and pulls me into his arms.
He tips my chin and stares at my mouth like it’s an apple he can’t wait to take a bite of. The heat of his body burns right through my clothes, and he kisses me softly, making my resolve vanish faster than two fingers snapping.
Gentle but firm. Slow but dominant. His hands feel rough, but the way he kisses is light and airy. He tastes like the mysterious drug we’ve all been warned about.
“I knew it,” he mumbles against my mouth.
