Chapter 12 Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Chapter 12
Lorenzo.

Fuck. I can't explain why I am angry, but I want to kill someone right now.

"In my room now," I throw my phone on the bed after texting Hunter and grab my gun.

It doesn't take long for him to come rushing into my room.

"Do you care for your own life?" I ask Hunter, and his eyes slightly widen. 

"Yeah," he nods, scratching the back of his head as if he is nervous.

"You know me, hunter. You are the closest person to me and you know how I handle betrayal"

"Come on, boss. It was just..."

"You fucking touched her."

"I know. I just..." the more he stammers the more angry he makes me.

"She is my wife. My fucking wife, you can't covet her. That stupid crush has to die before it lands you in trouble "

"It won't happen again, Alpha." he whispers and shows his neck in submission.

I have known this guy for a long time and he doesn't fall for women. Why is he interested in my wife?

I groan and grab a cigar from the table. I hate the way he looks at her. You don't just hold someone's wife like that. Contract or not.

Goddess! I have never held her like that.



"Are you going somewhere?" The girl instantly stops and turns to me. Damn those eyes.

Why can't I just ignore her fucking presence? That was the fucking plan. Ignore her until the year ends and everyone goes their separate ways. Why do I have all these conflicted stupid feelings?

"Yes. To the mall" Bella mumbles, and my eyes involuntarily trail her little body. I didn't realize she had dressed up until now.

That idiot has no right to even look at her.

"What do you want? I will have someone get it for you."

"I don't want to trouble you. I am going to a salon," I quickly look at her head at the mention of the salon, and clench my fists.

How do I tell her she doesn't need to touch that hair? I don't want her to touch that hair.

She is perfect the way she is.

"I will take you," I snatch the keys from her hands and walk passed her. Bella doesn't move, and I can tell she is confused with my behavior.

Damn, I feel confused too.

"We have to go somewhere after you are done. It's urgent, " I add not to seem so suspicious.



Bella.

Of all the days, this man is acting the weirdest today. I caress the diamond ring on my finger and sneak a glance at him.

Damn, he is magnificent and...more mature compared to Seb.

His tattooed fingers are gripping the wheel, and I wonder if there is a meaning behind the skull tattoo on his middle finger. His hands are big, and they kind of remind me of when he gripped my neck. Unlike Enzo, Seb is a bit soft.

My eyes find his side profile and

"Are you going to follow me inside?" I skeptically turn around when I feel him behind me.

"I need a haircut too," The man grumbles and walks past me. Didn't he do that just the other day?His stylist was home not long ago. His hair is still perfect. But who knows? 



Enzo stares at the woman doing my hair with a deep scowl, and for a moment, I feel the urge to laugh. It must really be tiring to be that grumpy.

"Do you know him?" The lady secretly points to him, and I chuckle, twisting the ring on my finger.

"Yes," I glance at his clenched jaw and smile." He is my husband."

"Fuck, he is..."

"Leave her hair the way it is," The man grumbles and instantly appears in front of me. So fast.

"No. I want her to trim it a little and maybe straighten..."

" I said, no," Enzo grumbles and instantly takes my hand and pulls me out of the chair, " Your hair remains the way it is. No need to do your nails too."

"Let me go, Enzo," I grit out as I try to yank my hand from his grip. This man is fucking insane. " I can do whatever I want. What's wrong with you today?" I whisper-yell as I glance at the woman staring at us strangely.

"We are late on that mission. Let's go," the man says, and just like that, I am dragged from the salon.

Fuck, I hate him. 

"Don't touch me, let me go." I harshly push him away. Thankfully, he lets my hand go.

As he drives us to wherever, the man seems angrier than before. His jaw keeps clenching, and I want nothing but to rip off his head.

Enzo pulls up in front of a house, and I follow him outside. 

"Bella"

"Don't talk to me," I quickly cut him off, and tuck away my gun. A frustrated Lorenzo kicks the door from it's hinges and invites himself in.

"Let's wait for them," He whispers and launches himself into one of the chairs. Enzo pulls a cigar, and I walk to the window. There is no way I am standing near that smoke. Doesn't he care for his health anyway? It's alarming how much he smokes.

"Boss?"I turn around when a nervous voice sounds from the door. A middle-aged man walks in with a younger woman on his arm. Well, what did he do to owe Lorenzo's visit?

"Yes, Antonio. Isn't it too awful to keep your boss waiting?" Antonio skeptically stares at the broken door and back at his boss.

" I am sorry, I didn't know you would be visiting." Antonio hurriedly sits on the opposite seat facing Lorenzo, and his woman hasn't moved at all. Her dreamy eyes are on Enzo, and I am not surprised. I am used to this already. He is like a fucking magnet that attracts all kinds of ladies to him.

"Of course you didn't." Enzo carelessly throws the burning cigar on the glass table, and I see Antonio's displeasure, but he doesn't dare say anything. " Come here, sweetheart," Enzo smirks at the woman, and just like she had just come out of a trance, she hurriedly walks to him and takes his outstretched hand.

I don't know why, but I don't like that. Since the day I found Grace's daughter naked in his office, something in me changed, and I have been feeling a little uncomfortable when I see him with these women. 

I know I shouldn't have these thoughts and I will do everything to ignore them.

"Who is he to you?" He points at Antonio, and the woman's smile instantly fades.

"He is no one, I just met him today."

"Baby? She's my fucking girlfriend," Antonio yells as he instantly gets on his feet. No one sees it coming when Enzo pulls out his gun and shoots the woman in the head. Antonio gasps in horror and takes a fearful step back. "What..." The man stummers and his eyes widen in disbelief.

"Sit down." Enzo gestures to him with his gun. Antonio continuously nods and stumbles back into his seat. "Two months ago, during my mother's birthday, my wife was attacked," He says, and for unknown reason, my heart skips when his eyes find mine.

Fuck, I am acting strange.

"No one knew about her before that day." Enzo returns his eyes to Antonio, and I finally walk closer. "My first thought was, someone close to me snitched. Someone working for me," He whispers, grabbing Antonios' chin so hard the marks of his nails appear. 

"You have been feeding them information for so long, and damn me for not catching you sooner. You almost ruined her". Enzo stares at me and motions for me to come closer. " What do you suggest we do with him, wife?"

Goddess! I have no time for this. I pull out my gun and instantly shoot Antonio in the head.

"Can I go home now?"

"Is it so hard to please you?" Enzo asks in frustration, and I can't believe he just asked that.

"You are acting weird. Who drags someone out of a salon?? I just wanted..." 

"You are perfect. With your curly hair like that," Enzo snaps, and his eyes slightly widen as if he didn't mean to say that. No one has ever complimented my hair before. I remain quiet and just stare at him. I have no idea what is running through this man's mind, but did he just say I am perfect?

"I only wanted to trim it," I mumble to lessen the awkwardness his outburst just created.

"Not allowed either," he grumbles and walks out of the house.

"Now that we are telling each other what to do, how about you stop fucking every readily available woman?" I say, and the man instantly stops. I almost ran into him. Enzo turns to me, and his eyes intensely stare at me. I can't read him, but his intense gaze makes me nervous.

Will he snap at me?

"Done" He says and turns away but I am too shocked to react. Is he for real?

"I am still going to the salon though. I deserve at least a massage or something. It's not easy to stay with you and you know it" Enzo turns to look at me but I can't read him.

Maybe I am pushing my luck too far but I have to. If I don't, this man will dictate everything I do and that is not good at all.

Enzo deeply sighs and opens the car door for me.

Well, that's strange.

He Is acting strangely.