Chapter 6 Enzo
SIX
ENZO
“What?” I demanded while Dominic shouted into the phone at me as I sat in my office the following morning.
“Matteo took her. Bianca. He has her. Drake fucking betrayed us. He’s been working with Matteo the whole time! Levin… man, he’s fucked up. Drake nearly killed him.” Dominic was nearing hysterics as he unloaded all the information he had on me.
“OK,” I said after he’d finished with a string of obscenities and a vow to kill Drake. “What can we do?”
“There’s nothing. I sent her in with E’s vial. The shit that kills people. She has it. She’s going to take Matteo out when she gets a chance. If she fails and is killed, I’m going with her,” his voice shook.
“It won’t come to that.” I sat up. “Let me reach out to Anson—”
“No. This needs to happen. She’s strong,” he said thickly. “S-She can do this. I have faith in her. If she’s successful, it’ll change a fuck of a lot of things. That prick will be out of our lives for good. I’ll take over. If Anson wants to fight me for it, I’ll fight him.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about Anson,” I said gently. “He’s made it known he’s not interested.”
Dom scoffed. “We’ll see. I’ve heard he’s been doing Matteo’s bidding.”
“He also does mine,” I said. “If he fucks anything up, he’ll die. I’ll kill him, or Matteo will. You know that.”
“Or I will,” he muttered.
We were both quiet for a moment.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” I asked.
“Yes. We’ll hold off for now.” He went quiet again. “Enzo, if Anson does hear anything…”
“I know,” I replied. “I’ll make sure you know it first.”
“Thank you,” he said thickly. “This shit is killing us. We miss her, man. She’s the fucking air I breathe. And my kids…Fuck.”
“You guys are welcome to come here and hang out with us. Take your mind off things,” I offered.
“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “We’ve gotten nothing but dead ends on Hail and Tate. Those fucking cunts are like roaches.”
“We’ve not heard anything either.” I rubbed my eyes. “We have feelers out there. It’s like you said. Dead ends. They do their jobs a little too well.”
“Any news on the prick who tried taking Rosalie?”
“Nothing.” I blew out a breath. “More dead ends.”
“They’ll talk. Eventually, they all fucking talk. It’s the waiting that’s the hardest part.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. He was right, and it was what I kept telling myself.
We talked a little more, and he seemed to have calmed down by the end of the call.
I felt satisfied he wasn’t going to do anything stupid or extreme, which was good, because Dominic De Santis could really lose his shit when things got too bad.
We’d seen that when he’d tried to kill himself after he thought Bianca was dead.
I sat in silence for a long time before deciding to go upstairs to see Rosalie. I knocked softly on her door and found her room empty, but I could hear her shower going.
I undressed and got into the shower with her.
“Hey, Sunshine,” I greeted her softly. “How are you feeling?”
She relaxed against me. “Sad.”
“Why sad?” I kissed her collarbone.
“My dad. Yesterday sucked.”
“Do you want to talk about it? I’ll listen.”
She turned in my arms and stared up at me, a sheen of tears in her eyes. “No. I’m not ready yet. I talked to him on the phone this morning. He’s gone home.”
“OK.” I wiped her tears away. “You know I’ll listen when you’re ready. Just come to me. I worry about you. I don’t like it when you’re sad.”
She stared at me for a moment before going up on her tiptoes and crushing her lips against mine. I let her take the lead, her tongue sliding along mine as she tangled her fingers in my hair.
After a few minutes of her exploring my body, I couldn’t take it anymore and lifted her. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, and I guided myself into her pussy.
She moaned softly against my lips as I made love to her beneath the warm spray of water.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I rasped against her lips. “My girl. My everything. I fucking hate to see you sad. I hate that I’m the center of it all. Fuck, baby.” I rutted into her body amid her soft moans, kisses, and her desperate hands all over me as she tried to tug me harder against her.
“I’ll make things better. I’ll fix everything. I promise,” I said, kissing her again. “Fuck, I want to give you the world. You’re the fucking bright spot in the dark for me.”
She came with a soft cry, her pussy milking my cock until I was unloading deep inside her.
I slowed to a stop, holding her in my arms, my dick still impaled deep inside her.
“It’ll get better,” I whispered. “Everything will someday. I promise we’ll get there. Believe me?” I pulled away and stared down at her pretty face.
“I believe you.”
I swept my lips against hers once more. It broke my heart that I was becoming this monster, but to survive in this world, you had to be a monster or you’d be eaten by one. I’d be damned if I’d let anything take us out.
“Fox?” I called out as I stood at his door later that evening. He looked over at me from where he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
When he didn’t tell me to fuck off, I came into his room and sat on the edge of his bed.
“I’m worried about you,” I said, deciding just to come out and say it. “I know we haven’t been getting along lately, but I love you just as much today as I always have. Probably more.” When he didn’t reply, I moved and lay beside him. “What can I do?”
“You know what you can do,” he answered, not looking at me.
I breathed out, not saying a word. He was always on me about leaving this life, but we were so damn close to having it all. I said as much.
“At what costs, man? We’ve almost lost Rosalie. Again. All this shit going on… Fuck, I don’t want to do it anymore.”
I sighed. It was the same conversation on repeat.
“I’ll figure something out. I promise,” I said softly.
“OK,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
I didn’t leave. He didn’t tell me to, so I stayed right beside him, wishing shit were different and he was the same Fox I’d grown up with.
But we were both changing. I knew that.
It didn’t matter, though. I had to fix this shit and make him smile. I had a lot of work to do.