Chapter 29 - KAT/ENZO
That evening I had to go out to a formal dinner with a lady, whom I had worked closely with in the past, Fleur.
I could always see her flirting with me, the way she twizzled her hair with her fingers, touched my forearm, rubbing it softly, the way she seductively bit her lip, looking at me with sex eyes.
I didn't see her in that way though, but she was great at what she does, so I continued working with her.
She was a personal investigator, finding things out for me about the current drug scene and such, letting me know who my competition was and who was hot on my tails.
We would have a formal meeting about once every month, where she would hand me a file that contained the run-down of the month's activities and would have other supplementary meetings if something big happened.
After the formal part of the meeting, our main courses arrived.
I sat and ate ravioli, whilst she watched me eat.
.. bit weird. All I could think of was how much I wished it was Katarina sitting opposite me instead, thinking back to our day out and how much fun I had; it was truly amazing and would probably leave me on a high for days.
I still needed to remove my tattoo, she really didn't like it, but I didn't blame her, and it made me smile at the fact she was slightly possessive over me.
"Is that okay Enzo?" Fleur's voice interrupted my daydream. I had no idea what she had been talking about.
"Huh?"
"Can I drop by the house to pick up those files?" she asked. No idea what files she was on about, but I agreed because I didn't want her to explain it all again, especially as I would just start daydreaming about Katarina again...
Fleur drove her car behind me, and followed me through the gates. We went up to my office, and she picked up some files from the cabinet, then I led her out.
"I had a really nice dinner today," Fleur said as her hand ran down my arm to hold my hand.
"It was very informative, thank you," I stated matter-of-factly, pulling my hand away.
Unfortunately, me moving away only made her move closer.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I was stuck in a trance, so confused and in shock.
I tried to move but I couldn't. I started thinking about Katarina, and how much I wished I was with her right now.
As soon as I realised exactly what was going on, I lifted my two hands and shoved Fleur off me.
"Look Fleur, you work for me, nothing else. If you cannot accept that, you will have to leave my employ. Can you accept that?" Fleur's face fell and she looked at me with disappointment in her eyes.
"Yeah, I can accept that," she mumbled as she went to her car and drove away.
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I tried looking for Enzo, but he was nowhere to be seen.
When I ask Antonio about his whereabouts, he just said he was at a meeting this evening.
That's fair enough, so I decided I wanted to stroll through the gardens of the compound.
The gardens were stunning, huge lush bushes, shaped into intricate shapes and balls, or triangles.
There was a vast array of different trees, casting shadows in different ways.
The colour that the flowers provided was absolutely stunning.
I could stroll these gardens all day. I sat down on a bench that was hidden from the house and the driveway by a bush that had been shaped in a perfect cuboid and took a nap.
The sound of a car driving down the driveway woke me up.
I poked my head out to see who it was and noticed Enzo's red car.
I still know barely anything about cars, but I liked the horse symbol that was on the front, it looked cute.
Following behind was another car. I am not even going to try and explain it or say the make of car, but it was silver.
When they parked up, a woman stepped out of the silver car and followed Enzo into the house.
Is he serious right now? Bringing girls into the house literally a couple days after we did it?
Why did I let myself think I was special?
I mean, I know we never said we were exclusive, but still, there is a certain amount of respect you show someone, and this wasn't it.
I was also annoyed, waiting for when he would tell me that we were exclusive, but I now knew the answer: we weren't and we never would be.
They left the house pretty quickly after they had entered, and I know some boys cum quick, but I don't think that was enough time.
The little glimmer of hope that I felt inside me quickly died down when I saw her kiss him, and he didn't push her off.
I wasn't about to wait here any longer. Fuck Enzo and fuck this place.
Fuck this job. I was so angry. I also knew he still hadn't got the tattoo removed, which just made my blood boil even more.
I grabbed a suitcase and packed my bags.
I just needed a damn day to myself. I called my grandfather and asked if one of his men could meet me outside Enzo's house in 5 minutes.
Since my grandfather knew where I was, he always kept a few men in the surrounding villages, just in case something went down and I needed protection.
There were also many men in Florence, but that was because it was a city, and watching out for me was an additional job they had on top of whatever they were doing there.
The house was fairly quiet today, and most people were downstairs in the kitchen.
When I heard Enzo's voice there too, I knew this was my opportunity.
I quickly snuck through one of the side doors, and practically ran to the gates.
Although the men at the gates on any normal circumstance would not open the gates, if they did not on this occasion, when a member of the Russian mafia sat waiting for me, it may be seen as starting a war.
As the gates opened and I slipped out, I heard distant cries of my name.
They weren't just from Enzo though, they were from Stefan, Dante, Antonio, Pascal, and I swear I even heard Gian's voice.
The boot of the car popped open and I chucked in my suitcase, then I got in the passenger seat, leaving the running men far behind as we sped off.
Immediately I could feel my phone buzzing in my pocket – it was Enzo.
Fuck him. There was nothing special on this phone, just a few of my contacts, so I was contemplating just throwing it out the window.
"I know just what to do with that," said the man sat next to me, speaking in Russian of course.
He stopped the car on the side of the road, and quickly put the phone just in front of the wheel, then got back in.
I felt the car rise slightly as it rolled over the phone, and I heard the cracking of it.
As I called my grandfather with such little notice, he was unable to sort out a private jet for me, but he did somehow book 2 first class tickets on the next flight to Moscow.
We sped through security and hopped on the plane.
I felt an instant sense of relief as I felt the plane take off, knowing there was no way I would now talk to Enzo, and I packed everything that I felt was valuable to me, so I never had to go back if I didn't want to.
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As soon as I pushed Fleur off of me, I went inside to find Katarina, but I was distracted by the sound of loud noises coming from the living space.
The boys were having a battle against eachother, with two on each side.
Stefan and Dante were on one team, whilst Antonio and Pascal were on the other, as Gian chuckled at their shouting.
I became captivated in the game, wanting to wait and see who one this round as it was so close.
Katarina will still be upstairs when this is over.
Once the round was over, Gian poured us all a whiskey, so we sat drinking, and I told them about how Fleur just kissed me. They all laughed in amusement.
"Bro I told you from day one she would pull something like that," laughed Antonio. I knew she liked me, but I never thought she would kiss me, and I was caught completely off guard.
The landline started buzzing from the number of the phone at the gate. I picked it up, it was on answerphone.
"Sir, Katarina Mendez is here trying to leave the premises, her bag is fully packed," said the voice over the phone. My heart sank. My high was over. What the fuck?
"Don't let her leave," I hissed.
"Sir, we have to, a Russian mafia man is waiting for her in a car on the other side of the gate, not letting her out may result in war.
" I knew he was right, but I was fucking pissed.
All my friends had heard the conversation, and after looking at eachother shocked for a second, we all started running out of the house after her, all calling her name.
She just slipped out of the gate, carrying a black suitcase behind her.
I instantly picked up my phone and called her.
It rang a couple times before ringing out.
I tried to call her again, but an alert showed up saying the number was no longer recognised.
"FUCK SAKE!" I yelled. I was on the warpath. I ran up to her room to see what she had taken, and saw it was basically everything except the clothes I bought her. She isn't planning on coming back, and she had nothing left here to collect.
There was a knock on the door, and Antonio slipped his head round.
"Enzo?"
"What?" I grunted.
"She saw you kiss Fleur, she was on the bench in the garden..." I grabbed the nearest thing to me, a box of shoes, and chucked them across the room, hitting the wall and falling.
"I didn't kiss Fleur, she kissed me," I hissed, "and I pushed her off me."
"She walked away before she saw that, packed her things and left. We found her phone on the side of the road up to Florence, completely smashed up, as though they ran over it..." I grabbed another box of shoes, and launched that one too.
"She's gone to Moscow, hasn't she?" I asked through gritted teeth.
When Antonio nodded, I proceeded to tear apart the entire room, throwing everything, smashing things, ripping things, but it didn't give me the release I desired.
I stormed down to the kitchen and started breaking things there.
Everything in the kitchen was much more smashable, like plates, bowls, glasses, and they all were heavier than clothes, meaning I released a lot more of my anger in one throw of a glass than throwing 8 dresses.
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