Chapter 104
Enzo
Enzo woke to silence.
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Not the soft kind–the dangerous kind. The silence that slithered into your chest and reminded you the world wasn’t safe. That quiet wasn’t peace. Quiet was just the pause before the blade came down.
Lola was still asleep, curled into him, breathing slow and steady. The weight of her head on his chest, the heat of her thigh slung across his–like nothing had ever happened. Like the world hadn’t tried to take her.
His hand ghosted up her spine, knuckles brushing the edge of her jaw.
Her bruises at that slightly worse stage right before they start to get better.
Mine.
The word wasn’t tender. It was a vow. A snarl. A curse. Because as much as he wanted to stay right here–memorize the curve of her lips, the way her lashes left shadows on bruised cheeks–he couldn’t. Not after watching the video a couple nights ago. Not after seeing her limp in another man’s arms.
No one takes her from me. Not now. Not ever.
The rage was still there, coiled tight in his chest, waiting. It licked up his spine every time his eyes closed–images flashing, distorted, stitched together by fury: her small body slumped, carried like cargo. A faceless man’s hands on her. Every rival’s smirk grafted onto that faceless head–Bellandi, Zhang, half a dozen others who’d love to gut him where he stood.
Could’ve been any of them. Could’ve been all of them.
And what cut deepest–he hadn’t been there. Across the goddamn world handling business while his woman was drugged, dragged, shoved into a car. The only reason she wasn’t broken now was because they’d spiked that shot with so much ketamine her body couldn’t lock up during the crash.
Ketamine. His blood boiled just thinking it.
They gave her horse tranquilizers like she was nothing. Like she wasn’t the fucking sun I orbit.
He pressed his lips to her temple, gentle–because she deserved gentle–but his eyes burned toward the door.
Enough.
The meeting was already called by the time he walked in.
Dom and Gino sat stiff at the table, coffee cooling in untouched mugs. Nico paced the corner like a caged animal, shoulders tight, jaw working.
The second Enzo shut the door behind him, the air snapped taut.
“They tried to take her.” His voice was steady, too steady, but his hands curled into fists on the table. “And we don’t know who. That
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pisses me off more than anything else. Which means it’s time to tighten the net.”
Dom leaned forward, arms braced on the wood, his expression carved from stone. “We don’t even have a name?
“No.” Enzo’s teeth clicked together. The word tasted like glass,
Gino swore, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s not just sloppy, boss. That’s fucking dangerous. Somebody had the balls to move on her and not leave a trail? That means they thought it through. That means they thought they could win.”
Not just mine. Ours. They love her too. She belongs to this family now.
Dom’s jaw flexed hard. “She’s only breathing right now because her body was too doped up to tense up in that crash. You get that? If she’d fought it, if she’d panicked-” He broke off, his fists slamming against the table. “She might not have walked away from the crash. It rolled and she was just a wet noodle flopping around in there.”
No. Not happening. Not while I’m still alive.
Good. They’re angry. They should be angry. She deserves their anger.
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