I nod. "Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away."
"Are you the one responsible for Enzo relaxing the lock and key? He even said I could go out with my friend, Ruby."
She bites her lip. "Don't be mad. I just had a small word about being careful he doesn't push you away with his obsession. I don't want you to go."
I'm not sure if this is good or bad or just is. Not her words to him, but that he might be doing this to placate me.
Or then again, maybe he needed to hear it.
I don't know.
Time will always tell, as they say.
I hug Lyndall. "Thank you for caring. And thank you for being the sister I never had."
She's still a moment, and then she hugs me back fiercely.
"I always wanted a sister growing up. Enzo's great and all, but he's a lot older, and I don't know. Maybe having a sister would've made me feel less alone when he was gone."
Tears push against my eyes, hot and blurring.
"I promise, Lyndall, that no matter what happens between me and your brother, you can always come to me. Any time."
Chapter Twenty
ENZO
Sometimes,I wonder about this split personality...three way personality...I have of me, Enzo the boss, and Alex in our sex games. But really, it's just a way to enjoy the role play and toy with denial with her.
And pretty Lola seems to love it.
The night so far has been kinky as hell.
I'm not into fucking in public. It isn't a kink I harbor. But with Lola? Fuck, yes. It plays right into it.
And it also has the added bonus of aspects of denial.
When I get off the phone that night, she is waiting.
After taking my time feasting on her body, ignoring only her pussy until she is writhing, I go to town eating her out. And...oh, man, does she taste good. I can still taste me, too. But the taste of her is perfection.
A few days after one of the best nights of my life, I watch her as she gets ready to go out with Ruby.
Honestly, I'm still not sure about letting her go without me or a guard by her side.
The vicinity, yes, right by her, no.
She won't tell me where she's going because this is her night, not mine. But we both know, even if I don't follow her, I'll know. She will be driven there and back by a Syndicate driver.
Still...I've promised I'm not going to follow.
Lola narrows her eyes as she pulls on a pretty green floral dress.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing." And she throws shade with her suspicious look.
