Striding back over to Enzo, who looks like he is hanging onto life by a thread, and even more engaged about Andrei, I pick the knife back up off the floor and without hesitation or saying a word, I pierce it right through the soaked crotch of Enzo’s jeans.
His scream is the one I’ve been wanting to hear since I walked in this morning. Twisting the blade in until I feel the tip of it piercing the bottom of the chair he’s sitting in, I leave it there while he continues to scream and shiver from the blood loss and shock his body is going into.
“While I wished I could take your life myself, I’m happy with the damage I’ve inflicted this morning. This time, my men have dug a grave for you on our plot.” I say, pulling the knife out of his crotch and without giving him a second to consider my words, I ram it into his stomach while holding onto the back of his chair with my other hand.
“You fuck with my girl and this is what happens Enzo.” I whisper in his ear only for him to hear as he muffles something incoherent while writhing as much as he can in his state.
“End him. I don’t care if you all take turns beating him, stabbing him or setting him on fucking fire. End him and bury him.” I shout to my men before picking my shirt up off the floor and gliding my arms into the sleeves.
I’m coated in a sheen of sweat, either from the adrenaline of torturing Enzo, or from Willows call, I can’t tell which. What I do know though, is that my plans this evening have now changed.
Chapter Ten
Willow
“He just hung up on me Alina.” I say down the phone to my best friend. I don’t know why I called Dragna and after not wanting to call Alina and tell her I thought I was being followed, I was so annoyed he hung up on me that I called her anyway.
Fuck. My. Life. I’ve clearly followed in said best friend’s footsteps and gone insane over a beautiful Russian man that I don’t even know. My parents raised me to be better than this I think as I mentally scold myself.
Despite gifting me a brand new phone with his number in it, he’s been so rude to me. Yes the phone, his number and his text were kind, but then he just hung up on me after I said I wanted someone on the line with me as I walked to work while believing I was being followed. He’s clearly messing with whatever remaining brain cells I have left over after being around him.
“Okayyy, but he said he would sort it for you. He also said he was there if you ever needed anything and what’s more serious than thinking you’re being stalked?” Alina coughs down the line and I feel bad for calling her and making her worried while she’s sick.
“I know, I know. I just have a weird feeling about everything. He's in my head and I don’t want him to be.” I sigh as I close up the bookstore for the day.
I was on edge being on my own without Alina and thinking I was being followed this morning. I really have no idea why I thought calling Dragna instead of the police made more sense tome, but something in my gut after being in his presence just told me he could maybe help.
“Well… Lev dropped over some soup for me today and there’s plenty left for us to have for dinner tonight so just hurry your pretty little ass home and we’ll talk more then, okay?” Alina coughs out down the line.
“Yeah, okay. I should make the train on time so I’ll only be about an hour. I love you Ali.”
“Love you too girl. See you soon.”
I end the call and finish locking the shutters for the store when a car pulls up behind me. I immediately turn around in a panic praying it isn’t going to be the same car I saw this morning. Then I pray that I’m not actually seeing what I’m seeing right now because in front of me is a blacked out BMW and an extremely tall, muscular man who is looking as dangerous and as God like as he probably knows he is as he leans against the door he’s holding open.
“Evening. Do you want a ride home?”
I feel that deep, commanding voice in my bones and I can’t do anything but continue to stare at him in disbelief. It has to be about a minute that goes by before his phone rings and brings me out of the chokehold him being here had on me.
He answers the call and speaks in Russian all while staring into my soul and suddenly I understand why Alina hasn’t been able to shut up about Lev.
“Willow, would you like a ride home? He asks me again, pulling me back to reality to see his call has ended and I realise I’ve just been staring at him.
I clear my throat, attempting to hide my embarrassment and try to be a somewhat functioning human by giving him a response.
“Are you sure? You’ve already given me a new phone and took my call this morning. I don’t want to inconvenience you further.” I say implying that I know he’s irritated by me.
“It’s not an inconvenience at all. I also want to talk to you about this morning and the car you saw.”
I look around us and I don’t know whether it’s the empty street with no witnesses around that means he could very easily shove me in the back of his car, or that seeing him in person again is making me wish he would just pick me up and throw me in the backseat, but something makes me do it.
I walk towards the open door, towards him, and I get in his car.
I slide across the leather seats, occupying the one Dragna sat in when they picked us up the other night while he gets in behind me.
He pulls the door shut and suddenly I realise I’ve actually got in the back of this mans car. A man who screams danger, ruin, pain and heartbreak. A man I don’t even know and I meet his drivers eyes in the rearview mirror which just makes this whole scenario feel that bit more intimidating.
“I can actually just get the train home, but thank you for the offer.” I say as I reach for the door handle. As I’m about to push the car door open, a large, warm hand rests on my knee, stopping me in my tracks.
