Chapter 36
Elise
I ’m in the living room watching a movie with Sal and Joey when the front door opens and slams shut.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Joey says to Sal, and they both stand up, fully prepared to leave me here with a pissed-off Enzo.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn. “You know you want to hear what happened.”
“Frankie will tell me,” Sal says, shrugging.
“Sal will tell me,” Joey adds.
Sal laughs. “Not a chance. You can stay here and hear it from the boss.”
Before Sal can make his escape, Enzo storms into the living room and sits in the empty recliner. I smirk at Sal; the argument I accidentally instigated worked and now they both have to stick around until Enzo’s done raging.
“Someone is fucking messing with us,” he fumes. “It was just a bunch of low-level soldiers with some drunk fucking college girls. College. Adults. Are our people completely incompetent or just stupid?”
“I’d like to think we’re neither,” Sal offers.
“We’re going in circles with all the bad tips. It’s all going nowhere. Someone is using my fucking club, and I should be able to fucking figure out who it is and how they’re doing it. So what are we missing?”
At the risk of drawing attention to myself, I offer up a suggestion that I know none of them will like. “Bad tips, to me, seem like an indication of an inside job. I know you’ve considered the possibility that one of your guys in the other organizations has been found out. But have you considered that someone here might be working for the Russians or the Irish or whoever is doing the trafficking?”
I keep my eyes on Enzo, so I can’t tell how Sal and Joey reacted to my question, but I can see the moment when Enzo’s head almost explodes in rage. “Of course I’ve fucking considered it!” he yells. “Don’t try to tell me how to run my own organization.”
His bad mood is souring my own, and I respond angrily. “Don’t get mad at me for asking a question. If you’d fucking loop me in on everything, I wouldn’t have to wonder if you’ve considered all of the obvious possibilities. But I have to go through all of those first before we get to the more complicated scenarios. Maybe this will teach you to keep your end of the deal instead of hiding things from me.”
“You haven’t proven to be all that useful yourself, little miss agent,” he sneers. “You’ve gotten one helpful piece of information from your office, and we haven’t even been able to do anything with it besides stretching our resources thinner to cover both organizations.” A mean look crosses his face, and he adds, “At least you’ve been useful in other ways.”
I barely manage to keep the hurt from showing on my face while he storms out of the room. As much as we both know the role I’ve been filling, this is the first time he’s made me feel like I’m nothing but a common whore, and it hurts more than I thought it would.
Once he’s gone, Joey and Sal both turn to me with matching looks of shocked horror on their faces. “He didn’t mean it,” Joey assures me, and I stand up, shaking my head.
“He did,” I whisper. “But it’s fine. I knew what my job was when I agreed to live here.” Without looking at either of them, I leave and go upstairs to my room. The urge to find Enzo is strong, but I can’t decide if I’d rather help him burn off some of his angry energy or stab him in the dick, so I decide to go to bed.
Whoever came up with the phrase, “Don’t let the sun set on your anger,” didn’t consider the possibility that the other option could be murder.
It takes me a long time to fall asleep with Enzo’s words repeating in my head, but I finally manage to doze off. I don’t know how long I’m asleep before I wake up to the bed dipping behind me. In my groggy state, I realize that it’s Enzo but I don’t remember that I’m mad. I just know that he needs me.
When I try to roll over so I can see him, he grabs my hips and holds me so I’m on my side and facing away from him. That triggers the memory of what he said to me before I went to bed, and the pain returns in an instant. But I don’t fight him because in spite of the pain, I still want him too.
Without a single word, he pushes my t-shirt out of his way and notches his dick at my entrance, lifting my leg to give himself room. He slides in slowly to make sure I’m ready and then proceeds to pound into me from behind. I can’t see his face, so I can’t tell if he’s fucking me to burn energy, work through his frustration, or if he knows he fucked up and can’t find the words to apologize.
If it’s the latter, then apology not accepted.
Despite my conflicting emotions, I can’t deny that the man knows what he’s doing with his cock. When my orgasm starts to build, I pinch one of my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I’m not going to let him leave me hanging. My hips start to balk the closer I get, and Enzo’s grip tightens with every little moan that slips from my lips.
He grunts and slams his hips into me even harder, and I can feel his cock swelling inside of me. Without warning, he reaches around and slaps my clit, sending my flying over the edge into oblivion.
“Fuck!” he shouts, pulling my hips back into him and slamming home so that every drop of his release hits the deepest part of my body.
At first, he stays where he is, and I hold my breath, hoping he’ll be ready to talk to me about whatever brought him in here. To my disappointment, he slides out of me and rolls off the bed, storming out of my room as quickly as he came in.
If it weren’t for the mess between my legs and the residual soreness, I’d think I dreamed the whole thing. But it did happen, and I lie in my bed, unmoving, for several minutes after he leaves. This whole night feels like we took a giant step back after making so much progress. First, he was downright mean. And then he fucked me almost robotically, he was so cold and emotionless. It felt impersonal and empty, but I also know him well enough by now to realize that he only did it at all because he couldn’t keep himself away from me. He needs me.
The constant back and forth with Enzo is getting to my head, but I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t think I was imagining how close we were getting, but he’s never lashed out at me like he did tonight.
I toss and turn for several hours before I’m finally able to fall back asleep. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make my brain shut off. The fact of the matter is, if Enzo wants me to be his little whore, I can do that. And then when the case ends, I’ll have to figure out how to escape. There’s no way he’ll let me go of his own volition.
If I can’t get out, he’ll either keep me or kill me, and I’d rather not find out which one.