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“That’s all you got from what I said?”
“Yeah, because if you’re jealous it means you want me. You want me bad, baby doll.” He gave me a kiss that took me by surprise. “And if you want me, I can handle everything else.”
Khristos, I was in so much trouble with this man. I knew I should have walked away from him because there was no happy ending, no light at the end of the tunnel, but deep in my heart I knew it was too late. I was already his in every way a woman could give herself to someone.
“I have to go.” This time I was able to smile.
“Let me know when you get home.”
“I will.”
“And you call me the moment you need me.” He tilted my head so I couldn’t escape his eyes. “The moment you need me.”
“I’ll need you the moment we walk out that door.”
It was true and it was sad, but it was my reality.
Chapter 14
Katja: Come pick me up!
The message came through unexpectedly, and my first instinct was to give her a call and bark through the phone that I’m not a fucking dog. I was tired, I was craving a drink, and I was in no fucking mood to play nice with Katja after the shit she tried to pull when she was at that dinner.
It’s been three days since I saw Ludmila, but I’ve kept in constant contact with her. I had to take her out of that fucking house – at this point, for the sake of my sanity more than hers. I didn’t fucking care that she said it wouldn’t happen. I was Enzo Nucci, I made my own fate.
A couple other messages came through.
Katja: Enzo?
Katja: Enzo, are you mad at me?
I couldn’t fucking stand the sound of that phone buzzing on the nightstand anymore.
Me: I just got home, Katja. I’m tired.
I spent the last seventeen hours with Cristiano, working our Russian contacts for information on Alexei Popov and what shit he ran in Russia. It was a slow process, but Cristiano was positive he knew the right people to help me with this. I needed someone who had strong connections in Moscow and could tell me something about this marriage between Ludmila and Alexei. I needed intel before getting rid of the dipshit.
Katja: Look, I know I pissed you off the other night, but you disappeared so fast, I didn’t have a chance to explain myself.
Katja: Dad was giving me a hard time, and I wanted to shut him up.
Katja: Enzo, come on.
Katja: I’m sorry.
What the hell got into her today? She was like a dog with a bone determined to annoy the hell out of me.
Me: All is forgiven.
Katja: No, it’s not. You’re just saying this.
Katja: I’m really sorry, ok? I know I’m not good at this friends thing, but I know I screwed up.
After reading the text I rolled my eyes and sighed. She was feeling like shit and that wasn’t my intention. Was I pissed at Katja for roping me into her games after I already said it wouldn’t happen? Yes. But my lack of joy wasn’t her fault. Katja, nice as she was, was secondary in my mind. I was consumed by the Ludmila situation, so it wasn’t fair to let Katja think I was acting like a dick because of her. So, I picked up my phone and started typing.
Me: Kat, it’s fine. I’m not mad at you.
Katja: Yay! So, are you coming to pick me up?
