Claimed By The Ruthless Enzo
“Can we be friends? I don’t really have anyone I can talk to the way I can with you.”
His words made me pause, then smile. “Of course,” I said. “Friends.”
He grinned widely, with a slight bow of his head. “Good. I’ll take care of you then, Mrs Vitale.”
We both laughed, and it felt light, until his laughter suddenly stopped. His eyes fixed on something behind me, and I noticed the way his face slowly lost its color.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to see what he was staring at.
My breath caught in my throat. Enzo stood a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black pants. The black turtleneck he wore only made him look sharper, colder… dangerous. His eyes were fixed on us, o
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