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“What the hell are you playing at?” She snaps.
“Nothing.” I shrug, grabbing a biscotti from the cooled tray and leaning against the counter.
She follows me around, pointing towards the garage door. “Oh really? What is she doing here then? You don’t bring girls to this house, you sure as hell don’t see them more than once.” She whisper-yells, eyes furious.
I shrug my shoulders again, I have nothing to say to that.
“Have you told her?” She demands.
“Not yet.”
“Enzo this won’t end well and you know it. You’ll hurt her and yourself in the process. Not to mention Isla.”
My head snaps towards her. “Keep your voice down,” I growl
She shakes her head in disappointment, refusing to look at me. “Tell Cas it was nice to meet her.” With that, she walks out of the kitchen.
I run my hands over my face and let out a sigh. Truth be told, I've got no idea what I’m doing. For maybe the first time in my life, I’m not following a plan. I want to be around Casimira. I feel happy and light around her, lighter than I've felt in years. I don’t want to hurt her. That's the last thing I want to do. I have a pain in my chest just thinking about causing her pain.
What is happening to me?
19
Enzo
Present-day
Manhattan, New York City
“The cameras will need to be hooked up from the ceiling too, I want 360 views,” I call over my shoulder as I lead the technician around the cage under Euphoria. It’s not a fight night tonight so the main lights are on and it's pretty empty save for a few waitresses stocking the bar with a delivery. Luca has a fight in a couple of weeks and it’s gaining a lot of traction. His opponent is from our allies over in Vegas, and Vegas loves cage fighting even more than us. This arena can only hold seven hundred so I need to make sure the people in Vegas that pay to watch online are getting a good show. Different angles, VR experience, the whole hog.
“Yep, it won’t take long. I can be done by next week.” She says surveying the beams on the ceiling above the cage.
The arena feels a little bit like the Roman Colosseum on a much, much smaller scale. The cage sits in the middle, the seats spanning in stands around so everyone gets a good view. There’s an upper level where you enter that holds the bar and some tables for people to drink before they find their seats. Moretti fighting is one of my most proudest ventures. I started it from scratch when I was seventeen and it’s grown to rival the biggest fight organisations in the world.
“Enzo!” One of our waitresses, Lilah, calls from the bar. “Luca is on the phone for you!”
Only downside is there’s no cell service down here. “You good here?” I ask and the technician nods, pulling her phone out and placing her bag on the floor. I jump out of the cage and start climbing the stairs between stands.
Lilah passes me the bar phone. “Alright.”
“He actually answers,” Luca says blandly. “I have your girlfriend in my car.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
He lets out an aggravated sigh. “Fine. I have your British pet in my car.” I hear Casimira telling him to fuck off in the background and I scoff a laugh. “Had to pick her up from the police station because they couldn’t get hold of you.” My smile drops.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m about two minutes away from the club. She can tell you herself.”
I hang up and storm back behind the bar taking the elevator up. Police station? What the fuck?
By the time I throw open the loading bay door, Luca’s green Lamborghini is pulling into the alleyway. I march over and throw open the passenger door, crouching down so I can get a good look at her. Denim knee-high boots with a tight black dress, no bruises or cuts. Her hair looks ruffled but her face looks unharmed, the tightness in my chest lessens.
“Are you hurt?” I ask my eyes darting over her body.
She winces but it’s out of embarrassment, not pain. “I’m fine.” Her voice is quiet and she's avoiding my eyes.
