Chapter 95 Wherehouse Destroy
Rose
“Instead, they asked you to marry one of their daughters,” I understand.
“Something like that.”
That's it. "And now?"
"I think they want revenge. The details are unclear; all I know is that they did something that I need to fix."
"Are you going to war?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
He shakes his head. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. We don't have the resources for that. And I never start a fight I can't win."
"Roman would help you," I offer.
"He could. But I'm not interested in fighting. I don't think Mincetti is either." They've done everything they could, and I expect them to retreat into the shadows again.
"So where are you going?"
He holds my gaze and answers: "To Russia."
My heartbeat quickens. The Bratva, or Russian mafia, and the Italian mafia don't exactly get along. The closest they came was when a Russian woman married an Italian don, which led to the emergence of the Mincetti. However, Italians who boldly venture into Russia are known to return empty-handed.
"Don't worry, Princess. I won't die," Enzo says with a gentle smile. "Although it might be a while before I return."
He places his hand on my cheek, and I lean into his touch. "How long?"
"I don't know, maybe weeks. The situation is volatile. But I need to regain control."
"Okay. Do whatever you have to do," I say, my thoughts returning to our argument.
He must have seen it on my face, because he sighs, sitting down in front of me. "Rose, I don't want the last thing we do before I leave to be a fight."
"We weren't technically arguing. I simply suggested something, and you shut me down for no good reason."
"I'm so sorry," he says sincerely. "I would do anything for you. Just not this."
I sniff and look away, but not before I notice the shadows flickering in his eyes.
"You have important things to do, Enzo," I remind him.
"Baby..."
"I'll be here when you get back," I say to reassure him.
He places his hand under my chin, lifting my head so I can look him in the eyes.
"You're mine," he says fiercely.
"I know," I say with a sigh.
When he captures my lips with his, I let him do it. I allow myself to feel everything, even the heartache. It's too much. I always feel too much when it comes to him. I hate that thirty minutes ago we were so happy, and now it's all gone.
Enzo is all packed and ready to go in a matter of minutes. I get dressed too and follow him downstairs. Something painful pounds in my chest as I watch him say goodbye to his cousins. Marina even hugs him.
I can't help but wonder if he wants children. I'm on birth control, but this is a pretty important conversation we probably should have had before he fucked me without a condom.
After saying goodbye to his cousins, he kisses me on the forehead once more and leaves. My heart almost immediately feels empty.
"I see you're already having sex with your future husband," Isabella tells me.
I look at her with a raised eyebrow. She points to my neck, and I raise my hand to touch the hickey, which I'm sure is meant to be on display.
Damn it, Enzo.
Although, really, did I expect to have sex with Enzo Russo without him marking me in some way?
"It's pointless, Isa," I mutter with a slight smile. "I can't be debauched with my future husband."
I realized the best way to deal with Isabella Russo is to kill her with kindness. She's not a bad person, she's just hurt. According to Jason, who readily provided me with information, Isabella has never gotten over the fact that Enzo abandoned her when they were teenagers.
They were close as children. That's how I know she'll forgive him. Eventually. And maybe, eventually, that forgiveness will extend to me, too.
Enzo calls regularly, so I hear his voice. So I can at least confirm that he's alive. And I pick up the phone sometimes. But other than that, I've returned to pottery. I once told Enzo that I only do this when I need to relieve the heaviness in my chest, the emotions I can't cope with.
And with his absence, that's exactly what happened. My brothers, Elena, everyone notices that something is wrong. Especially when I come home every day and immediately run to my pottery room. Roman thinks it's because I miss Enzo, and I don't have the heart to tell him that's not true.
Because I miss him with every fiber of my being. But I'm also worried that when he comes back, all our progress will be lost and we'll end up starting from scratch.
My eyes catch the shiny ring on my finger. It's proof. Proof of how much he cares. Because even before he knew me well, he was willing to give me a ring that belonged to his mother. Enzo might want to pretend he's all ice and jagged lines, but I could see his heart inside.
I could definitely be his. But he would be mine, too.