Rage consumed me. Even if I'd given up on Chloe, no other man had the right to touch her.
My hand shot to the door handle, my mind racing through possibilities.
If she said yes, what would I do? Killing Liam was the simplest option, but Chloe would never forgive me. Throw Liam in the Hudson and lock Chloe up? Or just watch her take another man's hand and walk into that crappy apartment, shut the door, and shut me out?
I realized I'd completely lost any shred of rationality. I stared at Chloe's profile, watching for any tiny expression on her face. My knuckles went white on the door handle, ready to snap it off. I was even prepared to rush out and start killing, if she dared nod her head.
Then Chloe stepped back from his embrace. Even from this distance, I clearly saw her slowly shake her head.
Liam stood there, silent for a few seconds, then smiled. He said something, waved at Chloe, and turned away. His steps were slower than before, shoulders slightly slumped.
The posture of a rejected man was the same everywhere in the world.
My hand dropped from the handle. All the strength drained from my body. I sank back into the driver's seat. Those few dozen suffocating seconds had completely shredded the last bit of self-deception in my heart.
I couldn't let her go. Just the thought of her smiling at another man made the rage inside me scream to destroy everything.
Chloe stood at the door watching Liam leave, then turned around and pulled out her keys.
I finally snapped out of it, shoved the car door open, and strode toward her porch.
Chapter Twelve
Chloe
Less than a minute after Liam left, I'd just gotten my key into the lock when I heard footsteps rushing up behind me.
Before I could react, hands came from behind—one clamped onto my shoulder, the other shoved the door wide open. The force propelled me forward. I stumbled into the entryway.
A scream tore from my throat until I whipped around and saw who it was.
Enzo.
He stood in the doorway, his silhouette backlit and filling the entire frame. Dark suit, but the collar was loose, sleeves rolled to his forearms, several buttons undone at his chest. His hair wasn't slicked back like usual—a few strands had fallen across his forehead.
"Where the fuck did you come from!" My back hit the wall, heart hammering. Fear turned to pure rage in three seconds flat. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Enzo let out a dark laugh and kicked the door shut behind him. It slammed closed, cutting off the cold wind and streetlight glow.
"You didn't want to see me?"
Enzo planted his hands on the wall on either side of my head, arms caging me in. His face was so close I could hear him breathing.
"No! Back off!" I shoved at his chest, but my push did nothing against this brick wall of a man. Not only did he not move back—he caught my waist and pinned me between him and the wall.
"Why did you turn him down?"
I blinked. He meant Liam. He'd seen everything?
"Are you stalking me?" My voice shot up.
Enzo didn't deny it. Didn't even look guilty.
"If you'd said yes." His fingers brushed my lips, voice dropping to a murmur. "Liam would be a corpse right now."
A chill ran through me. The ice in his words made it clear—he meant it. This was the first time he'd shown me the dangerous man underneath. Then anger flooded in. "You're insane!"
"I am insane." He didn't hesitate to admit it.
