Chapter 101 Kill Her?
Chapter 101 Kill Her?
Rose
"You can't kill her," I say forcefully. "Enzo!"
Finally, he looks at me, his blue eyes filled with such anger and sadness that my heart aches. I say the words I know will stop him.
"If you love me, you'll let her live."
I watch as my words hit him. His jaw clenches before his eyes close.
"Fuck," Enzo screams, slamming his fist hard against the wall.
I wince. He slams his fist against the wall only once before clasping his hands behind his neck, trying to regain some control. My heart is still pounding in my chest as I look at him. When he finally looks at me, some of the emotion in his eyes has subsided.
"That was a little dramatic," he says dryly.
“Did it work?” I ask hopefully.
He doesn’t answer. He takes out his phone and sends a message. Two seconds later, two men appear in the hall.
“Lock her in the room,” he orders, pointing the gun at Denise. “No one comes in or leaves.”
Relief nearly breaks my heart in half.
“Thank you,” I whisper as the men are about to do just that.
Denise doesn’t even resist as they lead her away.
“Don’t thank me yet, baby. I’m thinking of locking her up in a mental hospital,” he tells me.
A small smile touches my lips. "This could be perfect. She needs help."
He pulls me close, and I rest my head on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat. He runs his hand down my back before it finds its way into my hair. He holds me even closer.
"You have no idea how scared I was when I saw her point a gun at you," Enzo whispers.
"I thought you weren't afraid of anything," I mutter, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"I'm afraid of one thing," he says. "Losing you."
You.
I swallow softly as the words warm my chest.
"And needles," I add with a slight smile.
"You're annoying," he mutters, and I laugh. After a minute or two, he finally pulls away. "We should probably go to the hospital and get Marie checked out."
I look at him for a second. I can't believe that, despite everything that's happened, he's worried about her. It's proof of what I always knew. That he has a heart. He may hide it, but he does. I want nothing more than to crawl into bed with him, but I'm also worried about Marie and how she's feeling.
We go to the hospital, and after making sure she's okay, Enzo drives us home. As soon as we step through the walls of our bedroom, he says four words to me.
"It happened on Christmas Day."
My heart stops, and my feet freeze. I look at him, searching for an explanation.
"My parents," he tells me. "They died on Christmas Day. We were having Christmas dinner when they were murdered. I remember being so happy once because I got exactly what I wanted. And the next moment, my happiness turned to ashes."
He runs his thumb over my cheek.
"That's why I can't marry you that day, baby. Because it's the worst day of my life," he says quietly. "And I should have told you when you asked, but you said you loved it so much. And I couldn't bear the thought of saying anything that would spoil your joy. Christmas is yours, princess. I didn't want to take that away from you."
A searing pain shoots through my chest.
"I understand," I breathe.
That night, I hold him in our bed until he breaks down and mourns the loss of his parents. He may have lost them twenty years ago, but now the pain is sharp and searing, especially because there's no escape, no way out. There's no one to kill, no one to take revenge on.
And I know it's unfair, but part of me is glad it's over. He can stop now. He can stop hiding, stop suppressing his emotions. I wish I could understand that revenge was his ultimate goal.
Enzo always gave a part of himself to everyone, because if he couldn't trust his family, he couldn't trust anyone. And now that I understand him deeply, I intend to help him find himself again.
Every tiny piece of him, every part. I will stop at nothing until I put him back together. Until the man I fell in love with is whole again.
Enzo.
Rose caresses me through my underwear before wrapping her hand around my hard cock. She begins to stroke me slowly, and my jaw tenses. She looks at me. I've never told her this, but her eyes are the window to her soul. One look, and I can probably tell what she's thinking, what she's feeling.
I see all her love and desire for me in those beautiful blue eyes. My heart beats too fast as she slides her tongue over my cock.
"Fuck," I hiss. "Rose."
She smiles at me, still stroking my cock.
"Relax."
She enjoys it, seeing me on the edge of control. It distracts her. Her other hand slides up my firm abs, her ivory fingers stained deep red, soft as velvet. Her gaze meets mine as she licks the head of my cock. I moan softly.
As she pulls me in as far as she can, my hand slides down to her hair. I hold her there, needing to feel more as she sucks and licks my cock.
"That's it, baby," I say hoarsely. "Take me deeper."
Rose complies, her mouth opening wider as she slides further down, taking in a few more inches. A second later, she gags, and the heat in my spine grows even hotter. Rose pulls out, taking a shaky breath before trying to take it all in again.
"Fuck," I growl again, louder this time.
She lets out a hoarse moan around my cock, and I only have time to tap her cheek in warning before such intense heat flares inside me that my eyes close.
Rose swallows every last drop of cum. Satisfied that I have nothing more to give, she stands up and runs a hand through her hair, which is a complete mess.
"Enzo, it took me an hour to do my hair," she says, pouting, trying to fix it.
"You always have beautiful hair," I tell her.
"Yes, that's right," she says with a slight smile. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to mine, kissing her deeply and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. We kiss for what feels like hours. As soon as we break away to breathe, I push her back onto our bed and settle between her legs to return the favor.
The day passes, and we lie languidly in bed.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?" asks Rose. "I thought we'd watch a few movies. There was a new one that came out a couple of months ago, and I heard it was pretty good."