Page 48 of Enzo

She told me the clips were for her headmistress, and I believed her. But I can see there are hundreds of thousands of views and likes. With this viral video, everyone has an opinion about the man in the mask.

“I know who this is,” someone posts.

“It's Enzo Knight, one of the Knight brothers.”

I guard my privacy fiercely. I hate people inventing stories about me, prying into my life and speculating about who I am and what I've done. They don't know me, but they feel entitled to judge me.

I'm worried that once the media find out it's really me, they'll inevitably start digging into the Knight family again, into the lives of the people I love. It's not me I'm worried about. People turning their attention to my family, especially to Mama, would hurt the most.

The jet lag doesn't help. I read some more comments and want to bury my head under the pillow. I decided not to go to work today but I can’t lie in bed any longer. I jump out of bed and decide to go for a run to clear my head.

Molly pops into my head every now and then.

I thought I could read her.

Clearly I couldn’t.

I hear a knock at the door as soon as I’ve changed into my running clothes. Then I hear another knock, and another. Urgent and persistent. I immediately know who it is. They’ve left me enough messages on my phone.

I open the door to find Rio and Matteo looking at me.

Matteo looks somber.

Rio wears a big grin.

“The Mysterious Man.” He adopts a dramatic voice. “What the hell happened out there?” He walks right in and heads straight for my wet bar. “I need a drink.”

“In the morning?”

“It’s that kind of day.”

“You okay?” Matteo asks.

“Not sure.”

I don’t need this right now, their interrogation of what happened in Venice.

Rio lifts his whiskey glass at me. “People are obsessed with you.”

“Don't remind me.” I slip on my running shoes.

“You went to Venice to find a woman, and somehow you end up a global superstar.”

My stomach twists. “I did not go to find anyone, and I’m not a global superstar. I was hoping to see Mama and meet with Luca Valizar—”

“Did you?” Rio asks.

“No, but—”

“Did you even see this Valizar dude?”

“No, but—”

“Then how the hell were you going to meet with him?”

Rio bulldozes the conversation, barely giving me a chance to reply. “I’ve watched the clip a gazillion times. It’s clear that a woman took that footage.”

I lift a shoulder. “And?”