Page 33 of Run to Me
He stands and stares at me for a moment, head tilted, and eyes slightly narrowed, making me squirm under his scrutiny.
“You’re scared of me.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“You don’t exactly come across as the warm and fuzzy type,” I say, not knowing what else to say to him.
“But you’re here?” he questions as he opens the fridge and starts pulling things out.
“Uhh…” What the hell do I say to that? And what does he mean exactly?
He must sense my confusion because he pauses his movements and turns his full attention back to me.
“Are you scared of Enzo?”
“No,” I automatically say without thinking, even though the answer is true. I should be scared of him; I should be terrified, but I’m not.
I take a sip of my coffee and try not to fidget under the weight of his gaze as he stares at me questioningly.
“That’s never happened before,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
“What’s never happened before?”
“Enzo has always been the one everyone is afraid of. Luca too. Sure, I make people uncomfortable because I prefer to observe rather than engage, but I’ve never known anyone to feel comfortable around my brother while also being scared of me. You have nothing to be afraid of by the way, my little brother would happily put a bullet between my eyes if anything were to happen to you under my watch,” he says before resuming what he was doing.
“I should be scared of him, but for some odd reason he makes me feel protected, he makes me feel safe. It’s strange, I know…” I trail off as he continues rummaging around in the fridge—what is he looking for?
“Can I help?”
“Nope, sit your ass down while I make breakfast. I’m under strict orders to make sure you’re taken care of.”
Well, okay then…
I’ve spent the day reading, avoiding Marco’s curious stares and dodging calls from Lia. She’s not happy that I’ve backed out of girls night for the third week in a row.
I’m gonna have to tell her what’s going on at some point, I just honestly don’t know how to put the situation into words.
Me and Marco haven’t spoken much since he cooked me breakfast and we ate in silence. After that, he had sandwiches delivered for lunch and pizza for dinner because apparently Enzo didn’t have much food in the apartment.
I know that their older brother Luca is still in the hospital. I tried telling Marco that he didn’t have to stay with me and that he should be with his brother instead, but he wouldn’t hear a word ofit. He said that Izzy would probably just kick him out anyways and that he didn’t feel like “getting his dick sliced off by Enzo” which was a threat that he'd actually made.
And as for Enzo, I haven’t heard a word from him since he called late last night.
I’m definitely not worried about him, because you’d be insane to be worried about a man who has been stalking you.
Insane.
I check the time on my phone and see that it’s just after eight. Deciding to stop sitting here wallowing in self-pity, I say goodnight to Marco and head to my assigned bedroom.
I get undressed and take a shower, reveling in the rain shower head that’s one hundred times better than the one in my own apartment. I take my time scrubbing my body, since I know that as soon as I’m lying in bed, I’ll be back to stressing and overthinking—wondering what Enzo is up to and if he’s okay.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body, dry off and go to grab my clothes—except I realize I didn’t bring them into the bathroom with me.
I’m in a world of my own as I exit the bathroom, but the clearing of a throat soon gets my attention. My head snaps up and my eyes clash with a brown pair that look so heated, they threaten to bring me to my knees.
Chapter Fourteen
Enzo
It’s been a long fucking day.