Once again, my true crime obsession led me to the conclusion of how Enzo was going to get rid of Luca’s body.
A lump formed in my throat and I started to feel queasy. I closed my eyes as Enzo opened the back of his SUV and started rifling with the bags in the back.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
I kept my eyes closed until I heard him get back in the car. We reversed out of the warehouse, and Enzo got out and pulled the overhead door down and locked it with a padlock.
When he got back in the SUV, he made eye contact with me in the mirror and nodded. Swallowing the lump that was still in my throat, I darted my eyes out the window and tried not to think about what had just happened.
Enzo turned the radio on, and rock music started playing. Scrunching my nose in displeasure, I rifled through my purse until I found my earbuds, then stopped when I realized I didn’t have my phone.
My shoulders slumped and I sighed. What was I supposed to do on this trip with no phone, no social media, and no connection to my life?
My chest tightened, and I felt the sting of tears. Closing my eyes, I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned my head where my seat met the car door.
As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped that when I woke up that everything would be just a bad dream.
“Hey,” a voice said, sounding like a distant echo. I felt a nudge on my shoulder. “Gianina.”
My eyes snapped open and I jerked upright. “What?”
Enzo put his hands up in surrender and took a few steps back from the open car door. “Sorry to wake you, Sleeping Beauty, but we’re here.”
I glanced out the windows. We were in a parking lot. I furrowed my brows. “This doesn’t look like a cabin in the mountains.”
Enzo chuckled. “Because it’s not. We need to get supplies and I’m not leaving you in the car by yourself.”
“Oh,” I replied, wrapping my sweater tightly around me. The chill of the New York winter air drifted in through the open door. “Okay, let’s go.”
Enzo zipped his hoodie up and asked, “Do you have a heavier jacket? It’s going to be colder than this in the mountains.”
I shook my head as I followed him toward the store. “I was expecting to be in a tropical paradise for the next week so I didn’t pack a jacket.”
He nodded. “Well, we’ll have to get you one here; unless you want to freeze to death in the cabin.”
I didn’t want to be caught dead in a jacket from the store we were walking into, but I was trying not to be a spoiled brat considering the situation I’d gotten myself into. “Okay.”
He arched a brow. “Really? I thought you were going to be more difficult.”
I scoffed. “I’m trying not to be since you’re having to clean up my mess. I guess some things have been put into perspective after what happened tonight.”
When Luca had been attempting to rape me, I’d felt so small and helpless. That wasn’t a feeling I’d ever felt before; my whole life I’d had the world at my feet and had everything I’d ever wanted. I’d never been made to feel less than or be so easily disregarded. And now that my family and I could be harmed or possibly killed because of my actions really made me see how precious my life was.
And I didn’t want to take it for granted.
Enzo nodded. “Life has a way of humbling you sometimes.” He grabbed a cart and pushed it to me, then grabbed another cart and started pushing. “What kind of food do you like to eat?”
“Believe it or not, I’m not picky. I like everything; except canned meat,” I replied, scrunching my nose.
A grin curved his lips. I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was now that I had calmed down from the night’s events. “Well I’m glad you’re not as high maintenance as I thought you were going to be.”
I rolled my eyes, but was unable to keep from smiling. “I can be bratty yes, but that’s not entirely my fault. I was made thatway from my upbringing so you can’t just expect me to be a normal girl when I wasn’t raised like one.”
“I guess you have a point there. Well, your father gave us a pretty high budget so get whatever you want. And I’ll try to add in the basics and emergency supplies.”
“Whatever I want, huh?” I asked, arching a brow. “You may regret that.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure I’m going to regret this whole thing so have at it.”
