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Yeah, not gonna happen bro. I’ve already replaced her with a different house guest.
“…Let her stay with you until she figures out what she wants to do. I don’t know if she’ll go back to Chicago or stay in the city,” he says and he honestly looks in more pain over the thought of his wife leaving him than being shot.
Look at my big brother all grown up, head over heels for a woman. I never thought I’d see the day. Then again, I’m as pussy whipped as he is, and I’m stuck in the friend zone.
I chuckle, knowing damn well that that girl is never leaving him.
“She’s not going anywhere man, that girl loves the fuck outta you.”
Our conversation dies as I sit and think about how I left Robyn at home. I called out to her to let her know that I was coming to the hospital knowing full well she would want space from me anyways, and I didn’t think she’d appreciate me dragging her to the hospital to meet my family.
It’ll happen. Hell, she’s already met the bigger asshole out of my two brothers, and she already knows Izzy, so it won’t be too bad for her when the time comes.
My mind then wanders to the moment we shared before Marco’s call interrupted us. She said she wants us to be friends, and I’ll agree to that for as long as she needs until she can wrap her mind around the idea of us, but friendship is the last thing on my mind when it comes to that girl.
I’ve never seen myself as a relationship guy, but I’d happily vow to be hers for the rest of my goddamn life in front of a priest if she asked right now.
She’s my angel and I’m her demon. We’re a match made in limbo, destined to be eternally trapped between heaven and hell. But I can do that, I can live with that.
I’d do fucking anything for her.
Chapter Seventeen
Robyn
What the hell did I do?
That’s the question I’ve been asking myself on repeat since Enzo left the apartment.
I don’t know what the hell came over me while I was sitting on his lap, but I could feel his hard length beneath me and just couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him. I was about to open my mouth and tell him to kiss me when his phone rang. And just like a bucket of ice water washing over me, the spell broke and I was too embarrassed to stick around and see what he had to say.
I was pacing the bedroom, gearing up to go out and talk to him about what had happened when he called out to let me know he was heading to the hospital, I didn’t even get a chance to ask him if everything was okay before I heard the door to the apartment locking behind him.
He’s texted me since to let me know that his brother has finally woken up and that he’ll be home in an hour. That was thirty minutes ago and now I’m freaking out, back to pacing the bedroom while I wait for him.
What do I say to him? I can’t exactly look him in the eye and saysorry for trying to get myself off on your lap, it just felt so good being close to you,he’ll think I’m some sort of freak.
I told him I wanted to be friends because that’s what Ishouldwant. This isn’t one of my books where the girl falls for the bad boy, and they get the happily ever after. That will never happen to me, I’ve spent my whole life resigned to the fact that good things don’t happen to me. It’d be pointless for me to hope for more, I’ll only be setting myself up for heartbreak. So why the hell do I want to suddenly throw caution to the wind and give it a shot?
Why do I want nothing more than to be wrapped up in Enzo and finally let myself be happy while knowing full well that this will only end one way—me putting the broken pieces of myself back together.
It can’t work. It won’t work.
Except maybe it could,that little voice in the back of my mind whispers and I have to fight with myself to ignore it.
I check the time again and see that I still have twenty-six minutes until Enzo is home and it’s at that point that I realize I haven’t eaten dinner. Hell, I didn’t eat lunch either.
I make my way through the apartment and into the kitchen. Enzo had groceries delivered at some point yesterday since he didn’t have much here when I arrived and me and Marco were basically living off take-out while he was gone.
I get to work making spaghetti and meatballs, just wanting something quick and simple while also being a home-cooked meal that Enzo can have once he’s home, if he hasn’t already eaten. Timepasses quickly as I busy myself in the kitchen and the next thing I know, I hear the telltale sign of the front door being unlocked and opened.
I’m not worried about anyone other than Enzo walking through that door because he told me that he has his men stationed in and around the building—including the hallway and stairway that leads to the apartment—so I know no one other than him would be able to make it this far.
“Angel?” I hear his gruff voice call out.
“Kitchen,” I shout back to him.
His footsteps sound through the apartment before he appears opposite me on the other side of the kitchen island. His gaze sweeps over me to the dinner I’ve just finished preparing before it settles on my face.