I know it’s eating at her.
“Because I hope you two will come clean, and I need to be near, so it won’t end up in a bloodbath.”
If anyone could calm Enzo down, it would be her.
“I’ll talk to him. Alone.”
We will fight, and it might escalate, but my best friend and brother will find out from me. Sure as fuck, I won’t hide behind my sister, and I don’t want Dahlia there. That would only make me lose it.
When monsters love, their world becomes that person. I am afraid of what I could do to Enzo in a heated mood.
Panic flashes in her eyes. “That’s not a good idea. Don’t be stupid.”
“I said I’ll deal with it,” I grit out.
“Stubborn.” She stands up and comes to my side.
Placing her palm on my arm, she sighs. “I don’t want to come across as selfish, but I finally tasted what life could be like. I’m happy for the first time. Having a family for the first time. And I don’t want things to change.”
“It’s not selfish, it’s human,” I assure her.
“Enjoy tonight. And this is the last concert of Dahlia’s I’ll skip.” She so subtly lets me know our time is slipping away. But knowing that my sister and woman are so close and would do anything for each other warms my chest.
She kisses my cheek and, at the door, stops, saying over her shoulder, “You two are keeping two secrets. We’re hiding one. I’m afraid that it will come to bite us all in the ass. We need to become an impenetrable, unshakable unit. Neither of us needs to protect the other. We’re the Mafia and Bratva joined together.”
That’s new information. Interesting.
“What secret?”
“You first, brother,” she says, sashaying out.
Exactly what I needed. More stress to deal with.
Pacing like a caged lion wanting to rip its cage apart to break free, my mind runs with hundreds of possibilities at once. What secret could Enzo keep from me? And fucking why?
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. I am inclined to ignore it, as showing that I am distracted is very dangerous in my position.
A smile curls the arches of my mouth the moment I see the pic accompanied by a message from Dahlia.
Her lips pucker in a big kiss, followed by a text.
Your woman misses her man.
Fuck. She’s not helping because if I listen to my first instinct, I will drive straight through those gates and claim her as mine.
I unbutton my shirt and palm the dahlia flower, taking a pic before sending it to her.
Love you, zhizn moya.
It’s her concert tonight, and I will bring her back here so we can have some undisturbed time. Tomorrow morning, I will drive to Enzo and confess.
I don’t want the attention to be on anything other than her tonight.
Getting in my car, I need to hear her sweet voice, so I call her.
She picks up right away, her breathing a bit labored. Surely, she’s rehearsing for tonight. Even though she mastered her talent. She doesn’t need notes because she would create new ones. No wonder the greatest philharmonic orchestras in the world have wanted her. Yet, I came to realize she doesn’t play for fame, but because her soul plays heavenly music and her fingers translate it for us mortals.
“I always wondered,” I begin, deep in thought.
