Enzo’s face was set in the hard mask he used to wear when we’d first met. “He wants me to bring you back.”
I stiffened. “When?”
“Tonight.”
My eyebrows flew up in disbelief. “Tonight?”
Enzo cleared his throat, then forced a casual smirk. “Yeah. Guess you finally get to get rid of me.”
I frowned. “Enzo, that’s not what I want.”
“Gia, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
His jaw tensed. “You know what. We had an agreement that what happened in the cabin stayed in the cabin.”
I scoffed. “You can’t be serious right now.”
“I am serious. I didn’t protect you just to put you in danger again.”
I balled my fists as anger flowed through my veins. “I don’t care about that.”
He stood, his fists balled at his sides. “Well, too fucking bad. Now go pack. We’re leaving in an hour.”
My jaw dropped as he stormed off to his room.
I wanted to cry and scream at the same time, but I didn’t. If he didn’t want to fight for me, then I wasn’t going to fight for him. It would be his loss anyway.
I fought back tears the entire time I packed. But when I got to the stuff that he’d gotten me for Christmas, I couldn’t hold them back anymore.
After a few minutes, a soft knock sounded on the open door. When I turned to look at him, his face softened. “I came to apologize.”
I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest as I faced him.
“I don’t want us to end like this, but you know things would never work out between us.”
“Why? We could make it work if we both really wanted to.”
He sighed. “Do you want a list? One, you’re way above my pay grade. And two, your father specifically forbid me from touching you so there’s no doubt he would have me killed for disobeying him.”
“Bullshit, Enzo. I don’t want to hear it. If you don’t want to fight for me, then fine. I won’t fight for you either.”
His throat bobbed and he nodded. “I’m going to start loading up.”
I refused Enzo’s help to load my bags and stubbornly did it myself. As I wheeled the last suitcase out of my room, I stopped and took one last look at the space that had only been my home for the last few weeks.
I took a deep breath as tears welled in my eyes. I didn’t want to leave; not the cabin, not the mountains, not Enzo.
Forcing back the tears, I grabbed my bag and headed out to Enzo’s SUV. He tried to help me again, but I refused. “I got it.”
After I loaded the last suitcase, I got in the backseat and closed the door without a word.
Enzo got in the front seat. “Gia, don’t do this.”
I felt the emotion burning in my chest. “Just drive, Enzo. You already made your decision.”
I saw his knuckles blanch white as he gripped the steering wheel. He didn’t say another word as he turned the ignition and drove away from the cabin.
