“I never agreed with you about making the deal with the Bratva.”
“Well, it’s done now. And we have peace. We’re still making money. More of it. So what’s the problem?”
“The problem, Enzo, is that the Bratva are filthy Russians. They’re going to backstab us at some point. I just know it.”
“Funny you say that with a Russian behind your back,” I snap.
Enzo chuckles as Marco stares at me in shock. “She’s got you there, Marco. Now, I have things to get to. You should go. If you have a problem with me working with the Bratva, then do something about it. Otherwise, I’m done listening to you complain about this. This is a good deal for all of us and if you can’t see that, then you’re fucking delusional.”
Marco sneers. “You’re going to pay for this one day, Enzo. You don’t get to speak to me like this.”
“Just go.”
Marco throws a glare in my direction before storming out of the office.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Just Marco Amato. He was never on board with us working together. But I can handle him. He’s always been talk and no action.”
“You don’t even seem fazed.”
He shrugs. “I’m used to dealing with big personalities in my line of work. You get used to it.”
If only I had an ounce of the power that Enzo possesses, then I wouldn’t be so afraid of what Matteo tried to do to me.
And speaking of Matteo…
He comes into the office right at that moment. “Marco looks pissed. I passed him by on the way in.”
“Marco is always pissed,” Enzo says. “What can I do for you, Matteo?”
“Can’t a man talk to his friend?”
“You can but I have work to do.”
“So why is your wife here?” When Matteo lays his eyes onto me, I freeze. My entire body is unable to move. All I can do is look at Matteo with wide eyes as the memory of what he tried to do to me enters my mind.
“Kira didn’t want to be stuck at home so I suggested she come here.”
“That’s good. It’s good to spend time with your wife.” Matteo smiles at me. “Kira, how are you doing? Take any good trips to the park lately?”
I can’t get any words out. I screamed for my life when Matteo tried to rape me but now, I couldn’t utter a word if my life depended on it.
Enzo frowns. “Kira? What is he talking about?”
“Oh, everyone knows about Kira’s trip to Central Park with your sister.”
“Do they?” Enzo asks, rubbing his temple. “I don’t want my sister to be in danger.”
“Word gets out. Mostly because of your aunt. She’s been saying some nasty things about your wife and how she kidnapped Gianna and took her to Central Park. An insane woman, if you ask me.” Matteo flits his eyes back onto me. “So, Kira, how have you been?”
I still can’t say a word. Enzo looks between me and Matteo with a furrowed brow.
Matteo smirks. “I guess she’s so star struck in my presence. I know I’m handsome but staring is considered rude.”
I can’t look away from him. If I do, he might attack me. He might try to rape me again.
“Kira?” Enzo asks. There’s a warning in his tone.
