Chapter 3

“What’s the meaning of this? Do you know who the hell I am?” Sierra exclaimed, grabbing her purse when the man with the dark brown man-bun grabs her wrist.

“It’s protocol to check everyone,” He said, his foreign accent strong. He released her hand, Sierra murmured a few curse words and how she was telling Avery about this when they lined us up and was going to do a pat down.

“Sierra, I didn't sign up for this, it’s like we’re criminals, what's your brother worried about with all this security?” Aurora states my own thoughts aloud.

Why does Avery need all this security? What could we possibly be hiding?

As the brutes patted the girls down and they moved toward me and the rough looking brute with a man-bun stood directly behind me. 

“I’m sorry, Whitney. I had no idea this would happen or I would have gotten us a room, now your dad will be upset with you. He’ll never trust you with me  again,” Sierra apologizes and the big groom behind me takes a few steps away.

“Smettila di fare quello che stai facendo,” [stop doing what you're doing] Man-bun shouts in a language I think is Italian, however all the men take a step back.

“I’ll pat this one down, you missed her,” Another broad shoulder man with huge arms tells the guy with the man-bun. 

“Non la toccherei se apprezzi la tua vita,” [ i wouldn't touch it if you value your life] Man-bun said in Italian and the big arm guy stopped midway from my body.

“Which one of you is Whitney?” His English is understandable but his accent is thick. 

“Why do you need to know that?” Aurora asked Man-bun.. He looked at Aurora.

“Take their luggage to their rooms,” The thick-accent man orders and they pick up our suitcases.

“What was that all about?” Aurora asked Sierra.

“I have no idea, but I plan on finding out,” Sierra tells us and we follow her into the massive house.

Sierra comes and flops herself down on my bed as I finish placing the last bit of mascara on my lashes. We weren't planning on doing much tonight when we arrived, but given the fact that the house is flooded with big macho buff brutes with Italian accents we decided to go into town to eat. 

“So I called Avery and gave him a piece of my mind,” Sierra says, winking at me. 

“Can I ask you a question?” I changed the subject of Avery.

“Of course,” Sierra nods.

I have no fucking clue as to why I’m even thinking about him but something about his accent zapped something inside me and I’ve been dying to see him again, but he’s avoided us….me since they ambushed us outside only a few hours ago.

“Do you think Man-bun would go out with me?”

Sierra scrunches up her nose and shivers with disgust.

“Really? Why him? His face is covered with scars!”

I roll my eyes and glance back at the mirror and apply lipstick to my lips. Yes man-buns face had some scars but that did nothing to his extremely good looks. I love Sierra but she’s done the same thing with every guy I’ve dated, she wants me with Avery. I once was so in love with him but he hurt me and after eight years it’s time I’ve tried to move on.

“Thanks for the support,” 

Sierra sighs, “I’m sorry, you're right. I need to support you and if you like him then go for it,” Sierra says, then grabs my bottle of perfume and squirts me with it.

“Go find him,” She nudges her head.

I made my way down the hallway and back down the stairs. This place is foreign and I had no clue where to start looking. 

Guarding the main doors was one of his brutes, the one with tattoos on his face.

“Uh….Where can I find Man-bun?” I asked the guy and the skin between his brows wrinkles with confusion. 

“The guy that stopped the pat-down,”I added, giving him a better understanding of who I was talking about.

“Enzo, is in the office. Down the hall fourth door on the left,” His accent isn’t as thick as Man-buns, whose name is Enzo.

Nodding my head to him I followed the tattoo's instructions and made my way toward the office where Enzo was seated behind a black glass desk. 

“Non bussare?” [Don't you knock] He speaks in Italian. 

“I don’t speak Italian,” I informed him as I made my way closer to his desk. His blue eyes snapped to mine and murmured,  “I’m busy, leave.” He tore his eyes from my body back to the computer. 

Glad I picked a short dress with long sleeves. Everything I wear has long-sleeves and never exposes my back. 

Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to Enzo, he’s just like me binded by the scars on our bodies. 

I didn’t leave. I did the exact opposite, I came around the desk and sat in front of his computer, blocking his view.

Even his groan was foreign and deep. His rough calloused hands grips my sides, his eyes wild and that excites something within me. 

“Stai giocando con il fuoco, bambina,” [You're playing with fire little girl] His hot breath fanned my face. I have no idea what he said, but I liked the sound of it.

His grip on my hips tightened when I peered up at him through my lashes. 

“Cazzo,” [fuck] He mutters in Italian, lifts me up and places me on my feet. 

No one has ever put their hands on me before, I’ve kissed men to drive my father crazy. I’ve never let them touch my body, Enzo is the first. 

“Leave. Il capo mi ucciderà già per averti toccato,” [The boss will already kill me for touching you] He spits the rest out in Italian so I don’t understand him. No one has ever turned me down, Enzo’s the first. He doesn’t know it yet, but I don’t take no for an answer especially if it’s something I want. 

Enzo is not someone Dwayne would approve of so I dare disobey him? The man that I’m meeting tonight, the one Dwayne has picked for me to marry, doesn't pique my interest one bit, not like Enzo.

“I’m not leaving,” 

Enzo gets back up from his desk; it only takes him three strides to close the gap between us. 

“I wasn’t asking you to leave. I was telling you,” He grabs the back of neck and pulls me impossibly close to his broad hard body that could crush anyone that’s underneath him.

“Why are you so afraid of me?” I asked him.

His hand left my neck and gripped my ass lifting me against the wall so fast it gave me whiplash.

“I’m afraid of no one,” His thick accent sounded so much better when he whispered in my ear. Shivers danced down my spine when uses his left hand to fist my hair.

A gasp echoed from my parted lips and Enzo’s eyes zeroed in on the gesture. 

Enzo’s black hair was almost shaved around his head and the man bun was neatly tied on the top. His blue eyes are a shade of deep dark blue. I've never seen that color before now how the color can be so dark yet bright. The whole right side of his face is covered with deep thick scars. His nose wasn’t perfectly straight, his lips were plump.

I’d sure like to know which god made him damn he’s so fucking hot even with the scars. 

He pulled my face to his and without hesitation he slams his lips onto mine.

Our lips move in sync Enzo tongue intertwined with mine and every thought of Dwayne and my supposedly fiancée fades away. 

I was caught up in the moment and I reached to touch his scars, they were beautiful. 

He grabs my wrist tightly.

“No one touches my face. Not even you Bambina,” [Little girl] He said, lifting me away from the wall I was just leaning against. He opens the door, takes a step outside and without warning he drops me on the floor and closes the door.

How rude!

I stood to my feet and rubbed my ass Enzo’s tall and that fall was a pretty good way down giving his height. 

I found Sierra and Aurora by the main door purses in hand ready to go. 

“Do you know this man’s name at least? The one you're meeting?” Sierra asked.

I shook my head. 

“Dwayne never said. But I really don’t feel like going to that Italian restaurant,” I told them. 

I think I’ve had enough Italian for one night.

“What about Dwayne? He’ll be mad that you stood him up,” Aurora said, Sierra glanced at her then back at me.

“I don’t really care about Dwayne. He’s not here and I’m prepared to suffer the consequences,” 

Sierra wastes no time In telling the driver to take us to a different place, after they want to go to this club. Partying is something I’m not allowed to do back home.

No doubt Dwayne will be pissed when he gets the call saying I never showed up. I’ve got so much on my mind that I can’t think straight. Enzo would be a good distraction if only I hadn’t tried to touch his face. I might be with him right now instead of the girls. 

“What kind of pizza do you want?” 

The driver is from California and said we had to try this pizza joint. It's well known for its pizza. 

“doesn’t matter if you guys choose, I'm not picky,” I tell Sierra.

“Ham pineapple and pepperoni,” Aurora orders for the three of us. 

“Coming right up,” The waiter says, walking back to the window to place our order.

“What are you going to say to your father?” Aurora asks, taking a drink of her white wine.

“I’m not going to tell him anything,” 

“I texted my dad and told him you weren’t going to make dinner. I told him you were nauseous from the jet ride,” Sierra said, making her white wine swirl in the glass.

Why would Sierra lie to her dad? She’s never lied to him about anything before.

“You lied?” 

She nods.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you being punished. I’m sorry if I stepped out of line,” She apologizes.

I shook my head.

“You didn’t. I just can’t believe you lied,” 

She sighs. 

“Everyone at Isla palace knows I don’t lie so when grandpa Dwayne hears it he’ll know it’s the truth,” She said, it’s true Dwayne knows she doesn’t and her word goes far with him.

“Thanks,” 

She nods.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s have some fun,” Aurora says, holding up her glass.

“To Sierra and her marriage,” She says.

“Cheers,” We clicked our glasses together.

I put the red wine on my lips and took a sip. If Dwayne finds that Sierra lied to him he won’t be happy and there is no way I’m letting her take the blame for my stupidity.