CHAPTER SIXTY

NICK WALKER ©

After my conversation with Mr. Kyle that day, I still couldn't get hold of Enzo for another three days.

Mr. Kyle wasn't letting me see him because his men kept stopping me. Even when he left his office, one thing or another always stopped me from getting to him.

My head was a mess. Back at home, I had planned a small outing for Mira and Mom without telling either of them. But it turned into a failure, just like I expected.

Mira and I had a fight before I left home for work.

Enzo still wasn't replying to my messages.

I pressed my lips together and stared at the entrance of the bar.

"What's got you thinking?" Shawn asked as he stood in front of the counter.

"Ah. Nothing, really," I said with a forced smile.

I suddenly spotted Mr. Kyle leaving his office upstairs with his men. I quickly grabbed my phone.

"Where are you going?" Shawn asked as I left my station.

“Uh, the bathroom. Cover for me for a while,” I told him before walking outside.

Before I could get to him, his men grabbed my arm and pinned me against a car. I groaned and tried to pull my arm free.

“You'll hurt him. Let him go,” I heard Mr. Kyle say.

I winced as I rubbed my arm.

“I'm coming with you to see Enzo. I would've gone myself, sir, but the tight security wouldn't let me in,” I said as I walked over to him.

“I promise I'll leave if he sends me away. I promise I'll leave when he tells me to.”

Mr. Kyle pulled out a cigar and let out a chuckle.

"You wouldn't last a second there, then." He said, and my heart slammed against my chest.

I swallowed hard and lowered my eyes.

Are you giving up now, Nick?

If he was cheating, then maybe it was better to find out now so we could both move on.

"I... just want to see him," I said, my voice shaking.

He lit the cigar between his lips and gave a slow nod.

"Get in the car, then," he said.

My head snapped up the second I heard those words.

“Are...” I tried to speak, but he sighed.

“Don't keep him waiting,” he said before getting into the car.

I quickly ran to the other side before his men drove off and headed for Enzo.

All through the whole ride to see Enzo, I kept rubbing my cold hands together. My heart was beating so fast.

Less than an hour later, we reached the face security check before the gate slowly opened for the car to drive in.

We stopped in front of the familiar huge mansion, and I stepped out. I looked at the entrance and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I pulled out my phone and started calling him as we walked inside.

I heard his phone ringing and followed the sound. I scoffed when I found it lying under a couch.

I picked up his phone and saw so many missed calls and text messages on the screen.

"Enzo!" I yelled as I ran upstairs to look for him.

He couldn't be dead, right? I mean, he had been away from his phone for quite a while.

What has Mr. Kyle been doing?

Didn't he tell Enzo about me?

Before I could walk into his room, I heard someone hitting something so hard. I quickly rushed over to see who it was.

I let out a shaky breath when I saw Enzo. He kept hitting the punching bag with all his strength and yelled.

"Enzo," I called softly, and he looked back at me. I froze.

I didn't like the look in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

There was so much anger in his eyes, as if they wanted revenge and nothing else.

"What's wrong, Enzo?" I asked as I went close to him.

“Fuck. I thought I made things clear to Kyle. What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped at me.

I frowned at his words.

“I've been trying to reach you for a week. I thought something had happened to you...” I started, but he cut me off.

“I'm fine. Go home,” he said as he walked past me.

I scoffed in disbelief and went after him.

“Is that all you have to say to me? I've been so worried about you, and all you're telling me is to go home?” I yelled after him.

He ignored me as he walked downstairs. The moment he saw Mr. Kyle, he walked straight up to him in anger.

I quickly ran to him and stood in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Take him home with you," Enzo said to Kyle.

"So that's it? You told Mr. Kyle not to let me see you?" I asked.

"I'm not leaving until you fucking tell me what's wrong," I said.

“It's none of your business.” He snapped and walked back to the stairs.

“Enzo,” I called as I hurried after him.

“If you take one more step, it's over between us,” I said before I could stop myself.

He stopped on the stairs but didn't turn to look at me.

“There was never anything between us, Nick. Remember?” he said, and my heart slammed against my chest.

Silence fell between us as we stood on the stairs before he walked into his gym room.

“Nick, come on. Let's go,” Mr. Kyle called as tears filled my eyes.

He was joking, right?

I slowly clenched my fists as I walked back downstairs to Mr. Kyle.

"It's fine, Nick," I told myself as I looked upstairs.

I held the railing for support and quietly sat on the stairs.

I scoffed as I remembered what he had said. Then I went back upstairs, ignoring Mr. Kyle's call, and went back to Enzo.

"I thought I made it clear for you to leave," he yelled.

I sighted a knife on the chair. I pulled it from its sheath and slashed my wrist.

"Hey, Nick!" he yelled as he rushed over to me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted before tearing off part of his shirt and wrapping it around my bleeding wrist.

"That's what I thought," I whispered. He looked up at me, and I kissed him.

I kissed him out of anger and the pain his words had left behind.