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“I’m sorry, Enzo.”
Not as sorry as he’s going to be when I find him. And not as sorry as whoever helped him infiltrate our home is going to be. I know the assassin had to have had help. He couldn’t have gotten in and he certainly couldn’t have gotten out without it. I have to know what really happened.
All that’s been driving me the past few years is revenge. It’s one of the reasons I came back to New York. I could have stayed away. For a while, I was more than content to let my uncles lead. I didn’t give a fuck about anything. But when you see someone’s eyes in your nightmares as often as I do, when their face hauntsyour every moment, there’s no other choice but to look for them. To try to end it all.
But I’m terrified that I waited too long. And now all I’ve got to chase after are ghosts.
CHAPTER 14
Rosa
As soon as my eyes open the next morning, I immediately seek out warmth that should be beside me on the bed. Enzo and I fell asleep soon after our conversation yesterday. Or at least, I fell asleep. The last thing I remember is him stroking my hair as he watched me. Blue eyes, a dark, possessive gleam in his expression.
I yawn softly before sitting up. Enzo’s not anywhere in sight. Cool air slides in through the open window. I’m a little upset that he didn’t stick around to wake up with me, especially since it’s only a few minutes after six. There’s nowhere he needs to be this early. The door to the closet is open, so I climb off the bed, walking in that direction.
When I open the door, Enzo’s there, the brightness of his phone in his hand illuminating his face. He looks up as soon as I appear in the doorway. A light smile touches his lips.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Why are you up so early?”
“I always wake up early,” he replies.
It’s only one simple sentence. But now that I have context for what happened to him, that sentence sounds like so much more. I can’t help but wonder how he was able to cope after what happened to him. Did he seek out therapy? Then I try to imaginea guy like Enzo sitting on a couch talking to some bespectacled man or woman. I doubt it. He’s too arrogant to believe anyone could help him work out his demons. He wouldn’t even talk to me about it, despite how hard I pushed. I’m still surprised he actually did.
His cool gaze lands on my exposed thighs before drifting up to my face.
“You have never looked more beautiful than you do now,principessa,” he tells me.
I flush, my heart growing ridiculously warm. I probably look awful, my hair a rat’s nest and my face devoid of makeup. But I’m wearing one of his shirts, and knowing him, I’m sure that’s what he’s alluding to.
“So,” I say awkwardly, “what are your plans for today?”
Enzo drops his phone on the table in the middle of the room. He walks toward me, light, controlled steps. I swallow softly when I realize he’s shirtless, in only boxer briefs. Is that how he slept last night? I can’t remember.
He reaches me and brushes a thumb against my cheek. “I was thinking we could spend the day together. Maybe hang out in bed or go out somewhere, it’s up to you. What do you think?”
“Sounds scandalous,” I say with a shiver. “And lazy.”
He smiles and places a soft kiss on my lips.
The press of his lips against mine hits me with such intensity, my entire body tingles. I bring my palm up to his shoulders, pulling him closer as he slides his tongue inside my mouth. A moan travels up in my throat. My fingers curl and I hold him even tighter.
Enzo’s hand slides up to my neck. He holds me there, the touch feather-light but also possessive. Every slide of his tongue against mine sends a tremble through me. I can feel the wet glide between my legs acutely. His other hand slides over my hips to the curve of my ass. When he squeezes hard and makes a lowgrowl in the back of his throat, my body practically melts against his.
I pant softly as he ends the kiss to nip a line down my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth, lightly sucking. His fingers glide up my leg, drawing my dress upward and giving him a glance at my panties. Heat tugs in my lower stomach. Enzo rubs the damp material of my panties up and down, causing me to break out in shivers.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs in a dark voice.
There’s nothing I want more in this moment than him. I slide my hand down his body, cupping his erection. He draws in a rough breath between his teeth before dropping his gaze as I slide my hand from his base to his tip through the material of his boxers.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, Rosa,” he whispers.
I look up at him. “Living up to your expectations?”
“Nothing could ever compare,” he growls and kisses me hard.
I gasp into his mouth and he swallows it, consuming me. Enzo picks me up without breaking our kiss. One minute we’re in the closet, the next we’re in the bed. I’m still on top of him, his back against the headboard as he practically devours me.
“You want me,” Enzo says against my lips, his breaths mingling.
