Page 27 of Run to Me

“What does that word mean? You’ve called me that before,” I ask.

“Little bird,” he says with a sheepish smile that does something to my insides.

“Because of my name?”

“Nope. Not because of your name, I’ll tell you another time. Now come on angel, let’s go pack a bag.”

Yep, he’s crazy.

Ican’t believe I’m here.

Seriously, how the hell did it come to this?

Oh, that’s right. After a long back and forth with Enzo, I eventually gave in and packed a bag before he brought me to his apartment.

His apartment that is directly opposite mine.

I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind, because what other explanation is there for me to come and stay with my stalker?

Correction, what other explanation is there for me towillinglycome and stay with my stalker?

Right, there isn’t one.

I’ve lost my damn mind.

But it was either stay with Enzo—the man who has done nothing but watch out for my safety for the last few months—or stay in my apartment and wait around for someone to come and hurt me, kidnap me, or kill me.

To be honest, I’m not really sure what they plan to do with me, I just know it’s nothing good.

So I guess staying with Enzo is the lesser of two evils.

Luckily, Enzo’s apartment has two bedrooms, so I get my own room. Apparently, Izzy has been staying with him for the last few days but she’s staying at the hospital until Luca is well enough to go home and then she’ll move back home with him.

Enzo tried to tell me their story, but I got kinda lost after he tried to explain how their family arranged their marriage because of a war before they fell in love and then she was kidnapped… it sounds like something out of a book you’d find on one of my shelves.

Enzo hasn’t been shy about who he or his family is, and the causal way he talked about people getting shot and cars gettingblown up sort of made me freak the hell out, which is why I’ve retreated to his spare bedroom to take a serious look at my decision making.

If I thought I would be safe going back home, I’d leave and never look back. But I’m not safe, and it seems the only person who can keep me safe is the man who occupies this apartment.

The room he escorted me to is bare. There’s a bed, a nightstand and a dresser. That’s it. It’s clear that Enzo wasn’t really planning on anyone staying in this room considering the serious lack of decoration. But the plainness of the room brings me comfort. I don’t think I’d cope if this room was full of all things Enzo Romano.

I look around the room with a sigh before I flop down on the bed and close my eyes, deciding to take a nap.

I don’t get that far though, because just as I’m drifting off a knock jolts me awake and I hear Enzo calling my name from the other side of the door.

“Come in.”

The door creaks open and he walks inside as I roll onto my side to face him. His eyes darken as he takes me in, and I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking right now.

“As much as I would love to keep watching you lying on that bed, I’ve gotta go out, angel. My brother’s here to stay with you in case you need anything,” he says with a tilt of his head in alet’s gogesture.

I guess I’m meeting his brother.

Chapter Twelve

Enzo

The sight of Robyn lying in bed is an image I don’t think I’ll ever forget.