Because all the texts that went missing and the photos I sent Alex are here, in screenshots. And worse, me, in very intimate situations at home.
In that backyard.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Is there video? His father owns that place, he told me himself.
But things that seemed cute glow ugly in this new light.
Me in the shower at home, naked in my bedroom.
Thank goodness there aren’t any shots of me and Alex.
And yes, I want to see his face, but I don’t want to have Enzo looking at me having sex with someone else.
I don’t even want the shower ones or me in my bedroom to exist.
I don’t want him to see me on my fucking sofa, either.
I pull out the drive, making sure the computer is clean of any files, and I put an X on the tab of the drive.
Fuck that.
Fuck Enzo.
He has violated me.
And I know in that instant that I’m trusting the wrong man. Not that there is anyone else.
I guess I could go to Alex.
I could run.
But I know one thing.
Enzo is the one I need to stay away from.
Chapter Thirty-Six
ENZO
"Thanks, Silas,"I mutter to myself as much as to him. "This place really is a gem. Perfect for hiding out in."
"Simon. And you should sort your shit out, starting with the truth to your woman?—"
"Not mine," I say, but it is not as convincing as I would like it to be. "And I know it is Simon."
"You need to tell her the truth, man. Before it bites you in the ass."
"Don't you have things to do? Because I need you back here later."
He heads to his car. "Hey, I'm not the one with fuckwits trying to kill me or my girl."
He gets in his car and guns the motor, then heads out.
And my phone beeps.
The clever fucker used other clever fuckers to make this place even more secure than my brownstone, which is up there in terms of security.
And even though the driveway sensors didn't set alarms off, it still let me know he crossed the perimeter.
