You're mine, brother.
I asked the guard who had trailed me all the way to the washroom door.
Just like the ones back at the mansion, he turned into a robot — blocking my path with his broad frame, eyes forward, mouth shut. No response.
“What will you do if I just run?” I challenged, crossing my arms.
He tilted his head slightly, giving me a look that basically asked if I was stupid. Well, news flash — I wasn’t okay upstairs. I hadn’t been okay since the day I met Lorenzo.
“My soldiers are very good. You won’t make it more than five steps before they catch you.” Enzo’s voice came from behind me, smooth and amused.