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Sophie and Cristo took that unfortunate moment to return to our table.
Oblivious to what was going on, Sophie’s laughter rang out like a beautiful melody. I couldn’t help but feel that insatiable pull towards her, a magnetic force that I shoved down violently.
I did not want her anywhere near Enzo.
“Did you miss us?” Cristo teased, grinning at Alessandro and me.
“Absolutely,” I replied dryly, and my eyes flipped from Enzo and locked on Sophie. Her cheeks were flushed, and her smile lit up the dimly lit VIP area.
Sophie’s gaze met mine, then she looked at Enzo.
Her eyes widened, and her whole body froze.
My heart clenched, following her line of sight to Enzo, who had straightened in his seat. His twisted grin sent shivers down my spine, and the depraved lust in his eyes made it clear he was pure evil.
And that he’d met Sophie before.
“Talk,” I demanded, my voice cold and lethal.
“Find out for yourself,” Enzo snarled, defiance in his eyes.
In a swift motion, I pulled out a knife, grabbed Enzo’s hand, and impaled it to the table between us.
His screams did nothing to sway my resolve.
“Tell me where they are, or this gets worse.”
“Fausto’s villa,” Enzo spat through gritted teeth.
Wimp.
“All except one.” His eyes went back to Sophie. He licked his lips.
I twisted the knife, not caring about the blood staining the tablecloth, before I yanked it free, leaving him to cradle his mangled hand.
My attention snapped back to Sophie, who had paled considerably. She looked terrified, was shaking like a leaf, and I cursed myself for letting her witness such violence.
But when Enzo’s gaze settled on her again, something dark and deadly spread and thickened inside of me.
I doused the fire with ice-cold calm. “Get out of my sight,” I growled, my blood boiling underneath the tight lid I had on my emotions at the thought of Enzo ever touching Sophie. The barely restrained rage in my voice seemed to do the trick as Enzo jumped up.
Though instead of leaving, he faced Sophie, and his next words made my blood boil over, and fury flushed my whole body.
“Remember me, slave?” he drawled, a sick smile playing on his lips. “You still owe me a blow job.”
The words slid off Enzo’s slimy tongue and sent a surge of white-hot rage coursing through my veins.
My vision tunneled, and my pulse pounded in my ears.
I couldn’t let this sick bastard live another second.
Then he sent her a kiss, licked over his lips, and grabbed his junk, and I snapped.
I lunged over the table at him.
My hand shot out, gripping the knife as I plunged it into the side of his throat and back out in one swift motion.
Crimson sprayed across the table as Enzo’s eyes shot to me and widened in shock before they turned over.
