CHAPTER SIXTY - FOUR

NICK WALKER ©

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, pushing him aside.

“Tell me what the person says,” he said, pulling me out of the restroom.

“Let me go… right now,” I told him, stopping in my tracks.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly let go of my hand.

“I need you to understand…” he started.

“Can we not talk right now?” I cut him off and tried to walk away, but he stepped right in front of me.

“Nick, listen to me. I need to know what the person said when he called,” he said, and I sighed.

“Why on earth are you making a fuss over a prank call?” I snapped.

“Because I need to know, Nick,” he shot back.

“Fine. He told me to tell Vadim to keep ‘me’ safe because… I don’t know. I forgot what else he said,” I said, trying to walk past him.

He blocked my path, making me stop in my tracks.

I took a deep breath, ran my hands through my hair, sighing.

“I need to leave,” I said firmly.

“Not until you remember what the person said.” He frowned, and I scoffed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to think.

“Uh… Tell Vadim to keep you safe. He’s closer than Vadim thinks…” I said, trying to dig deeper into my memory.

“He said… he’ll do whatever it takes to bring Vadim back.”

“That’s all, Enzo. Can I leave now?”

“No, you can’t,” he said, glancing around.

“What?” I asked with a sigh. “I’m done with all of this…”

“Get your things. Let’s go home,” he said, trying to lead me out.

“Home? Seriously, what’s going on with you?” I asked, pulling my hand away from his.

“Nick…”

“I need to get back to work,” I told him, trying to walk away from him.

Before I could leave, he lifted me off my feet and carried me outside to his car.

I groaned when I felt a sharp pain in my ass.

“Fuck! Enzo, what on earth are you doing?” I asked, still wincing from the pain.

He locked the car as soon as he dropped me into the passenger seat.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

I buried my face in my hands and watched him make a phone call.

Was he angry? I couldn't even tell what he was thinking.

I winced as I shifted uncomfortably in the seat, my hole hurts a lot.

Seconds later, he unlocked the door and got in, ready to drive.

“Where are you taking me? I’m supposed to be at work right now.”

“I already spoke to Kyle,” he said.

“You can’t just act like this because you’re close to Mr. Kyle. Drop me off,” I told him.

“I’ll explain whatever’s going on, but right now, I just want you to stay close.”

“I really can’t explain what’s going on, but I need you to trust me,” he added as he drove.

I let out a breath and looked out the window, running my fingers through my hair.

I kept shifting in my seat as the pain grew worse.

“Should we go for a check-up?” he asked, and I looked back at him.

“What?”

“You keep adjusting in your seat,” he said, glancing over at my thigh.

“I’m fine.” I turned back toward the window.

Should I blame myself for telling him about the call?

“You made the right choice telling me about the call,” he said, and I looked over at him.

Was he reading my mind now?

I rolled my eyes and turned back toward the window.

Minutes later, he stopped in front of my house.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, looking at him in confusion.

“Come live with me. You and Mira,” he said.

I blinked and looked back at the house.

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s only for the meantime, just for the holiday, I promise,” he said.

“Just trust me,” he added before getting out of the car.

I followed him, unlocked the door before going in.

“Nick? It’s not the end of your shift yet,” Mira said, then looked over at Enzo behind me.

“Enzo!” she squealed, running to him with excitement.

“Where’s Avery?” I asked, looking around.

“She went home already,” Mira answered.

I looked at Enzo, then back at Mira before sighing.

How was I supposed to place it down for Mira?

“Mira,” Enzo called, still bent down to her level.

“How about coming over to my house for the holiday?” he asked, and Mira gasped.

“Really?” she asked, and Enzo nodded. She looked over at me and gave me a puppy face.

“Can we stay at Enzo’s place for the holiday, please, Nick?” she asked.

I scratched the back of my neck while looking at Enzo.

“Sure, of course,” I said, ruffling her hair with a forced smile.

I really can’t figure out what’s going on with Enzo, and it’s bothering the hell out of me.

I can’t wrap my head around whatever’s going on.

“Just trust me.” I remembered his words and sighed.