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19. Enzo
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2025-09-11 23:57:41
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In My Godfather’s Bed 200. Tabitha
Tabitha:She sat there drinking coffee like she hadn’t just heard everything that I just said. “When did you call Enzo?” I repeated, glaring at her even more fiercely. “I didn’t,” she replied, taking another sip of her coffee, still scrolling through her phone. “I have told you that already. Did you wake up deaf or something?”“I have been trying to reach him since yesterday," I snapped back. I was getting sick of her attitude. “How can he ignore my calls, but he has been taking yours?!”Natasha rolled her eyes and set her phone on the ground, holding her coffee in both hands now. “Like I said before. I didn’t call him.”The table was silent. My hands were on my laps to hide how badly they were shaking. Breakfast had already been laid out, and Natasha had already cleared her plate, and I had barely touched mine. Maybe it was the anger, but I hated how calm Natasha was, the same nonchalant calm she'd had when she was told Andrew was kidnapped. Did she really not care? Did she know
In My Godfather’s Bed 199. Enzo
Enzo:I didn’t even realize when the sun came up. My eyes hurt, my fingers shook for the umpteenth time, carrying the piece of paper to the light. I had tried all night to read the writing on it.The picture lay on the table, ruined, its back and front layers peeled apart, revealing a hidden pocket that held the paper. Why did it look so yellow? I stood up and tore open the curtains, hoping that the morning light would help me see better, but it was no use. I wasn’t seeing things. There was something written on the paper. If there wasn't, why did Vincent go through all the hassle to hide it so carefully? It was he who hid it, right? Was this what the Red Mafia were after?“What did you get yourself into, Vince?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes and yawning. Calling in sick would have been the best approach for today, but I had an array of meetings that couldn’t be moved. I had to come in. I stared at the paper harder. There was something written there. My small black notebook had two page
In My Godfather’s Bed 198. Tabitha
Tabitha:I couldn’t sleep. How could I? Especially now that I was in the home of the witch, especially when I knew that she had a gun that only she could use. It was still dark out, and I had caught myself staring into the darkness at the drawer where it was held and replaying the conversation of the police officer in my head. His voice rang so clearly in my head. “...it is all up to you. Keep us updated on any new developments…”Keeping them updated meant staying here another two days. I pulled the covers up. I wasn’t sure if I could. I missed Enzo, and I still hadn’t gotten a call or text from him. My phone lay beside me. I sighed, looking at the blank screen, not even bothering to open it. I had called him, and he had ignored all of them. He was upset. He had to be. The way he walked out from my office that day still plagued me. Thoughts were spinning in my head, and I finally decided to grab my phone. “Hey Enzo. I can’t sleep. I hope you’re okay. I haven’t heard from you since
In My Godfather’s Bed 197. Enzo
Enzo:I had just finished eating when I saw Tabitha’s calls come in. My heart had skipped a beat; every part of me wanted to grab it and hear her voice, but I stopped myself. I was still mad at her, and as much as I loved her, talking to her right now was only going to cause problems for me and was going to make me forget why I was hurt. It was a difficult decision that I battled with over my dinner. I wasn’t sure I was ready to have her in my home. I needed some space from her for a few days. I had already texted Natasha, and she was okay with it. Not my best decision or choice, but she was the only person that I knew and trusted to an extent. And maybe some time with her might change Tabitha’s attitude. I paid the check and tipped. The waiter came by, and his eyes bulged at the figure I wrote, and he hurried away after many bows and thanks.I had about ten minutes or less before he told the rest of his colleagues, and they swarmed me with unwanted service and even brought the chef
In My Godfather’s Bed 196. Tabitha
Tabitha:“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she asked, turning around and looking at me, her hand still out for the wine bottle. I glared at her, my hands shaking in my lap. “No. I am not giving you any more wine," I said firmly. “We should be thinking about how to save Andrew.” It was taking everything in me not to launch at her. “I know that,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “but I said already, he is going to be fine. So I would suggest that you stop acting like a sore-wort.”She snatched the bottle and poured herself another drink. The TV blared louder with a new show that she was quickly engrossed by, smiling to herself as she pulled hers up closer and cozied with her refilled glass. I wanted to believe that this was a facade, that she was acting this way to hide the worry that she was feeling. She had already told me that she hated Andrew, and I knew why; she also said that she would never kidnap Andrew and that it was beneath her. If that was the truth, why wasn’t she doing
In My Godfather’s Bed 195. Tabitha
Tabitha:“That bitch is infuriating," I mumbled as I dried my hair and pulled on my clothes. The silk dress that was left on my bed fit me perfectly. I looked in the mirror and did a little spin. It was stylish and comfortable. A smile nearly crept onto my face, but I fought it back. I was still mad. She pointed a gun at me as a joke. The drawer was still open, but the gun was no longer there. But the longer I stared at it, the more it felt like it was still there and I could reach out and touch it again. “Yeah. No. I’m glad that it is over.”My phone sat on the bedside table. The screen was silent. There were no texts or calls from Enzo yet. I made a face; I thought that he’d call by now. I picked it up and wrote out a text, my hands shaking slightly as I did. I had seen the way that he had walked out of my office. Was he really mad at me?Just as I hit send, Natasha’s voice came rumbling, nearly making me drop my phone. “What the hell is taking you so long?!” She screamed. I made
In My Godfather’s Bed 82. Tabitha
Tabitha:Enzo stayed with me. The silence between us lingered long after the stitching was complete. My body ached like crazy. I was kept in a lying position and asked not to sit up. It hurt so much that I felt handicapped. The monitors around me were still beeping, and I hated it. I wanted to say
In My Godfather’s Bed 81. Enzo
Enzo:I watched them drag Tabitha into the back of the car. I still couldn't believe everything that had happened today.“Sir, we're going to need you to also come along so that we can take a statement from the both of you, since the both of you are also victims in the crime,” the officer said, loo
In My Godfather’s Bed 78. Tabitha
Tabitha:I was happy that the meme hype had gone down. people were still pointing at me and whispering but people no longer thought it funny. From the moment I walked in, I had some semblance of a normal work day. Nora was smiling from ear to ear as she escorted me to my office. “You are not going
In My Godfather’s Bed 77. Enzo
Enzo:My eyes fluttered open and it was still dark. Tabitha was nuzzled next to me, her face buried in my chest, breathing deeply and holding me tightly. I smiled and stroked her hair and watched her stir, loosening her grip around my torso and adjusting to a new and more comfortable position. I
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