{Naomi POV}My eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar ceiling. The pounding in my head was sharp and unrelenting, forcing a small wince from my lips. I pushed myself up slowly, my hand instinctively going to my temple to soothe the throbbing ache as my gaze darted around, searching for where I was.And then it hit me. The moment I recognized the heavy curtains, the faint scent of whiskey, and the expensive furniture, my stomach twisted, I was in Enzo’s room. Worse… I was on his bed.My heart thudded so hard it almost hurt. I shifted quickly, desperate to get off the bed, but froze when I saw him.He was sitting on the couch by the window, legs spread lazily apart, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. His eyes, cold and unreadable, were already fixed on me.A chill ran down my spine as the memory of last night slammed into me, the gunshots, the blood, the two men collapsing to the floor like rag dolls. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could unsee it. But it was too late. That image was b
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