I'm moving before I think, grabbing his arm, pulling with all my strength.
"Please. Please stop?—"
"He knows where we are." Enzo's voice comes out flat and empty and terrifying in its lack of emotion. "He's been watching you, taking pictures, reporting back to Declan everything he sees."
"Then we leave, we go somewhere else?—"
"He'll tell them everything. How to find you, how to get to you, how many men I have, where the weak points are."
"Enzo, please?—"
"I will kill the whole world if it keeps you safe."
The man's face is turning purple and his hands claw weakly at Enzo's wrists, getting slower with each passing second.
I watch in horror as the life dies out of the man, killed by Enzo’s bare hands.
Bile rushes up my throat the moment he stops moving, dead eyes looking and seeing nothing.
A gasp leaves my lips and I stumble back, tears in my eyes.
I knew Enzo was a very dangerous man, heck, I saw him kill my captors before but seeing him again now, during the day, in front of our cabin, reminds me of who I’m going crazy for.
I’ll kill the whole world if it will keep you safe.
Then he lets go.
The man drops to the ground, unmoving. Still, Enzo pulls his gun. Two shots ring out, echoing through the trees and through my head and through everything.
Then silence.
The man won’t move.
I'm staring at the body, at the blood pooling beneath it, at what used to be a person and now is just meat and bone.
"Go inside."
Enzo's voice is calm, like he didn't just execute someone five feet away from me.
"Enzo—"
"Now."
I turn and start walking, my legs not feeling attached to my body, my steps uneven and wrong like, I've forgotten how to use them.
I make it to the porch and collapse onto the steps, staring at nothing, seeing everything. Behind me I hear dragging, branches breaking, Enzo's footsteps moving away into the woods and coming back lighter.
Then he's sitting next to me, not close, leaving careful space between us.
"I'm sorry you had to see that."
"You killed him."
"Yes."
"He was already down, already beaten, couldn't even stand up. And you still?—"
"He would've gone back the second I let him go, told him exactly where we are, how to get to you. I couldn't let that happen."
