In my haste to give Silas all the info, I gave him the naked photos.
Thank goodness there were none of me having sex. And I try to find comfort in the fact the naked ones were me in the shower or me in a darkened room. Not really that much to look at.
And if Enzo had those, where are the racier ones? There must be some?
Ugh, I don't even want to think about it.
The knots start to tighten in my stomach.
I try to remember the list of names I saw.
I don't know what they were for, but they all had numbers after them, like a code, but a code for what? More information?
It didn't make sense, though.
His father was on that list.
And someone named Dominic Rebecci.
Which, now I think of it, rings a distant bell.
But if I think about most names that have some kind oflink to either my father, Enzo's, or even Enzo himself, then they might ring a bell of some kind.
If they are in the world of organized crime.
So...what if he really is trying to protect me?
What if?—
There are too many what-ifs.
And I'm trapped here. No transport, with Cade to watch over me until Enzo returns. Because I'm more than aware he is here to keep an eye on me and keep Lyndall safe.
No, even if Enzo's heart is in the right place, spying and manipulating me is wrong. And I just...I need to get away for a while. To think.
My phone lights up, and I snatch it up.
But it is not Silas flashing on the screen.
My heart starts to slam against my ribs as excitement runs through me like rivers.
It's Alex.
He is calling me.
He has never called me. And the only time I have heard him is in whispers when we had sex.
I gulp down air, everything humming.
I desperately want to speak to someone who is on my side. Someone who has only been honest with me.
And though Enzo told me not to call anyone, I press answer.
"Hello?"
Everything is jumping and leaping inside.
"Lola, God, I'm so glad I got you."
