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
Tabitha:Emily bugged me on the phone for almost an entire hour and even offered to come visit me. I declined repeatedly, which made her feel almost offended. “You nearly died, and you don’t want me to see you. It’s serious, isn’t it? You don’t want me to see you because the injury is so serious.
Enzo:For an entire hour, since I got to the office, I couldn’t do a single thing. I didn’t even have to come in today, but with how everything had gone this morning, I just couldn’t stay home. The thought kept racing in my head, and with every second, they morphed into something worse. Maybe it w
Tabitha:I wasn’t sure how long I had been lying on the bed. The tears had stopped, and my body ached. I sat up and saw the sheets on the floor. The quiet of the mansion got to me, and I imagined the worst. “Enzo. No…”I got up from the bed and opened the door slightly. It creaked, and my breath c
Tabitha:I wanted to run upstairs, but I couldn't move. I held the sheets tighter to my body, my eyes darting faster between the chef and Enzo, who was holding him by the collar. I saw the fire in Enzo's eyes. He knew that something was up. He knew. That was the only reason why he was holding the







