Luigi cocked his head. “All these dramatics…breaking my window…and for what, Enzo? For nothing.”
“Not for nothing. Sera ismine.”
My heart skipped a beat, my body traitorous, as always. But it didn’t matter. I was Luigi’s wife now. It was too late.Hewas too late.
“Yours?” Luigi laughed again, and then sobered just as quickly. “If I ordered you to kill her right now, you would. Just like you killed Alessandra.”
“No.”
“Don’t fuck with me, boy. Your loyalty is to your family. It always has been, and it always will be.” His voice lowered. “It’s why I trusted you with my son. You would die for him. I know that, and so does he.”
“So would Tristan.”
But Luigi shook his head. “Tristan would throw himself in front of a bullet because he doesn’t care if he lives or dies, this is true. But if he found someone who could take his pain away, he would betray Luca’s trust in a heartbeat. Unlike you, Enzo, he would choose. And something as trivial as loyalty to the family wouldn’t weigh on his conscience.” He walked around until he was standing in front of me, my face at the same level as his groin. He did it on purpose to make his point. I scooted back out of his reach, not that it would stop him from ordering me to suck him off in front of Enzo if he’d get a kick out of it.
“You don’t know Tristan,” Enzo told him. “And you don’t know me.”
“I think I do, boy. Now get the fuck out of my room and let me finish consummating my marriage.” Looking down at me for the first time since Enzo broke into the room, Luigi took a step toward me and grabbed me by the hair. I cried out as he started to lift me to my feet.
“Itoldyou not to touch her again.” The warning came right before his gun went off behind me.
I jumped and screamed, my eyes going to Luigi’s face. There was a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. A second later, his grip on my hair loosened and he fell to the floor in front of me, his cell phone falling out of his pocket and sliding across the floor. Impulsively, I grabbed it.
The bedroom door handle rattled. “Boss! Boss! What’s going on in there?”
“We need to go,” Enzo told me quietly. A jacket was thrown over my shoulders and I was hauled to my feet. “We need to gonow.”
My feet tried to gain purchase on the floor as he dragged me back toward the broken window. “Let me go!” My mind spun with everything that had just happened. “Let me go!”
Ignoring my protests, he grabbed me around the waist and forced me over to the window. Lifting me easily, he sent me out feet first onto the roof, never letting go of me as he followed me out.
“Enzo! Stop!”
His hand slammed down over my mouth, and he held me in front of him as he took me over to the corner of the roofline where a tree grew over the house. “Hang on,” he told me, using his strength and body weight to force me out onto a thick branch. I noticed for the first time that he was barefoot, and the hand that covered my mouth was slippery with blood. I didn’t know if it was his or mine.
Once we were out on the branch, he scanned the yard below us. “You can hang onto me and keep your mouth shut,” he said quietly in my ear, “or I’ll throw you off this branch. Either way, you’re coming with me to the ground. If you scream and bring Luigi’s men over here, all you’re going to do is get us both killed.”
Grudgingly, I nodded. He wasn’t leaving me much choice. Luigi’s guards would shoot first and ask questions later. And I didn’t want to die.
Enzo took his hand away from my mouth and turned me around, one hand hanging onto the branch above us. “Put your arms and legs around me and hang on.”
I did as he said, wincing as my body screamed in protest where Luigi had beaten me. Enzo began to scale his way down the tree. Above us, I heard the bedroom door bust open.
Enzo froze, and his eyes met mine. A look of determination crossed his features. “Don’t let go,” he said quietly.
And then he jumped.
CHAPTER6
Enzo
Sera’s submissive behavior only lasted as long as it took me to get her off of Luigi’s property. As soon as we were far enough down the street near where I’d parked the car I’d rented under a fake name, she yanked her hand from mine, turned, and ran down a side street.
I cursed under my breath and took off after her, catching up to her easily and lifting her into my arms. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I kept my voice down, and so did she as she struggled in my grip.
“Let me go, you son of a bitch!”
Turning her in my arms, I threw her over my shoulder and stalked back to the car, keeping a watchful eye for any nosy neighbors. Luckily, it was late enough that most people were settled in for the night. Which was good for them, because if any man wandered out of his house and saw Sera running down the street practically naked, I’d have to kill him just for looking at her.
