“Is everything alright?” I asked, voice shaky. What the fuck was he looking at me like that for? And why the hell was there blood all over him — on his face, his shirt, his hands?Enzo didn’t answer. He just stared, eyes dark and glassy, like he was seeing something else entirely.“I asked you a question,” he said.“I’m not interested in playing,” I added quickly.“Good thing I don’t take no for an answer,” he growled, voice low and rough.My heart jumped. “Did you kill someone— wow!” I yelled as he suddenly grabbed my good thigh and yanked me down to the edge of the bed in one rough pull. “We went for some deal,” he slurred, leaning over me, blood still dripping from a cut on his cheek. “Got bloody.” His bloody hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look straight at him. “Simon says… take off your clothes.”“Are you drunk?” I asked, trying to push his chest, but he didn’t budge.“Take off your clothes,” he repeated, eyes burning into mine, ignoring my question completely.“You’re not t
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