INICIAR SESIÓNTabitha:I didn’t want to wake up in the morning. The sun was out, and I could see the rays peeking through the curtains. For the first time since I started staying with Enoz, my bed felt uncomfortable. The safe felt unsafe, tainted. I couldn’t sleep a wink and caught myself thinking about last night, the yelling, the shouting, telling me to shut up, everything that I had seen that evening. I didn’t believe Collin until I saw it with my own eyes. I wasn’t sure why he chose to show me all this, but I was grateful. I was in the know. I had all the information that I needed. If I made any decision, it would be because I know. I thought that Enzo loved being with me, but I guess I was wrong. I should have listened to that voice in my head telling me that I wasn’t enough for him. Of course, he was seeing someone. I had caused him enough pain, and he wanted someone who would put him through all the things I had put him through. For weeks, I had been telling myself that it wasn’t true, th
Enzo:Maybe I should have gone easier on her. I should have controlled myself better. I sat on the sofa and rested my head in my hands, running my fingers through my hair. I had to act fast. I wasn’t sure how much Collin knew, but I wasn't going to wait for him to find out more. I would deal with Tabitha later. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed their number. It rang for a while before she picked. “Enzo?”“Sandy, listen to me. Where are you?”“I’m at home. Did… did something happen?”“Yes. Tabitha followed me. She thought I was seeing someone and cheating on her. Anyway, there is someone I have a bad feeling about, and I think he knows about our meetings. Please be careful. I have every reason to believe that he is associated with the Red Mafia.”“Wait, let me get a pen and paper.” The line was silent, filled only with the sound of her opening drawers and rummaging through them. “Ok. I have one. Do you think that you could describe the guy?”“He is tall. About my height
Tabitha:Here I was thinking that I was going crazy, thinking that I was overreacting and being worried for no reason. It was real. It was all real. He was seeing someone. He was seeing another woman!“Who is she, Enzo?” I asked again, holding all the rage in. He had better not even try to lie to me. I could smell her cheap perfume. It clung to the car; it clung to him. “When did you meet her? When did you start talking to her? What the hell did you do with her?”I watched him steal a glance at the driver and then look back at me. His eyes were wide. I could see him, in real time, circling through every emotion there was before he finally stopped at anger. “How did you get here, Tabitha?” he asked, his voice low, controlled. “Don’t you even dare ask me a question,” I snapped back. “I have been asking you questions since yesterday, and you haven’t even bothered to answer any of them. Who is she?”He said nothing and began to look around. He saw nothing. Of course, he would see nothin
Enzo:The reaction from my team was expected. Of course, they too were skeptical about us having a relaunch of the tractor. It was the only thing that we could do. I wasn’t going to concede defeat to the government and give them a reason to take me to court. I know that I still had a handful of loyalists to the business. They respected the years I had worked hard to build my company to where it is today. This meeting with Sandy will seal the deal for me and give me the information that I need to ground myself in the fact that it wasn’t my tractor that killed Mr. Bolden. It was an obsession, and it was dangerous, but at this point, I couldn’t leave any stone unturned. The evidence was slim, especially since the force was keeping it under wraps, but it wasn’t difficult to attach the Red Mafia’s hand to all this. I still didn’t know what the connection was, but they wanted something from me, my business and Tabitha and now that I had time to think it over, it was attached to Vincent. I
Tabitha:The house was quiet. Mr. Patterson had gone and had left me with even more questions than I had to begin with. For about an hour, I lay on the living room sofa and sighed constantly. The more I thought, the more the questions kept popping up. I was stupid to think that Mr. Patterson would give me a direct answer to my question. It was just like with Mr. Hunchley. Of course, he would want to avoid any conflict. I turned over on the couch and looked at the soft velvet, running my finger over it until I had somehow written Enzo’s name in beautiful calligraphy on the soft fur. Did I really believe that Enzo was cheating on me? That he was seeing someone else? Or was that what I wanted to believe because of the events of the last week? Did I want to believe that he was seeing someone else because I still felt like I had been the one to mess up his life and get him in trouble with the media?“...don’t beat yourself up for things that are out of your control…” Those were Enzo’s w
Enzo:“What are you even going on about, Natasha? Are we having the meeting or not?”She raised her hand in the air and chuckled. “We are, we are. I was just messing with you. Learn to take a joke every once in a while. Sheesh!”I made a face. That joke didn’t feel like a joke. There was something off about all this. “Alright.” She handed me some papers. Copies of the documents I had emailed to her. “I made copies so that we could go through them together. I think that the planning process should wrap up soon and we should go to the production phase.”I raised a brow. “Production phase?” I asked. “What do you mean by production phase? There is nothing wrong with the first model. We aren't producing anything.”“It is just a play on words, Enzo. Come on. Everyone thinks that there was something wrong with the first one, and I think that people would be more relaxed if we rolled out a new version, in theory, to give people the illusion that we fixed whatever was bugging the older mode
Enzo:Why did she pick tonight of all nights to be a brat?! I looked at my cards. My mind was racing, but my face was as stiff as a board. I had played poker to know that I had a shitty hand. I was not going to win, unless by some miracle, but I couldn’t fold. The Consigliere had taken away that op
Enzo:Tabitha came back in the afternoon. She barely looked at me when I said ‘Good afternoon’ and asked how Nora was doing. She simply strode past me and went upstairs.Sunday had never been so quiet and tense. I called Grayson Hospital and asked them to return Dr. Gregory’s license to him, and th
Enzo:“I just let her walk out the door. Why the hell did I just let her walk out the door?”My heart was racing in my chest. Three missed calls and still nothing from her. “Fuck!”The chair creaked loudly as I sat down on it, head in my hands. I wanted to scream. What the hell was wrong with me?
Tabitha:“You.”My body shook with anger. Enzo stepped back, slight worry flickering in his eyes. “What did you do?” I demanded, placing an angry finger on his chest. I couldn’t stop hearing it: Nora crying, her eyes probably red and her voice hoarse. She liked Gregory, and now everything was ruin







