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Usually, I’d have managed to find out everything I needed to know within a few hours. Yet these assholes have got me, my father—the Don of the goddamn Mafia—Marco, Alec and the head of the Irish Mob looking into them, and we’re basically no better off than we were when we started. At this point I’m ready to beg Izzy to help us from my brother’s hospital bedside if we don’t get something solid soon.

Though I’ll give it a few more days, I don’t want Luca shooting me for disturbing them.

Prickly bastard.

I’ve been stressed about Robyn too; I don’t like her not being in my line of sight. I know she has my men guarding her, but that doesn’t ease my worry one bit. I want nothing more than to lock her in my goddamn apartment until this is all over, but then she’dfucking hate me, and I can’t stand the thought of that, so I’m just gonna have to deal with it.

If someone had told me a few months ago that some girl would have my balls in a vice, I’d have shot them before they could blink.

Now look at me, it’s nauseating.

I love it.

But I’m finally,finally,finished for the day and about to walk in the apartment where she’s currently waiting for me.

Never in my life did I think I’d be the guy who’d rather get home to a woman than go out and fuck around. But alas, here we are. I’m bursting at the motherfucking seams to walk through that door and see her in my space, I’m like a little lost puppy, wanting to get home to its owner.

That’s actually not a bad analogy, since that girl owns every single piece of me.

Chapter Nineteen

Robyn

It felt weird being back at work today.

Nothing about the day was particularly different than any other day in the store.

It wasn’t too busy, just a normal day—if you don’t count the guy who lurked in the corner keeping an eye on me.

So why was it weird? It was weird because I missed Enzo. I freaking missed the guy who stalked me and I’m currently playing house with.

Last night after he, oh so chivalrously dropped me off at my bedroom door with a kiss to the cheek, I found myself wanting more from him. I found myself wanting him to just drop the bullshit friendship act we have going on and just go for it. I found myself wanting him to kiss me for real, and do much, much,muchmore than that to me.

It’s been playing on my mind all day, weighing the pros and cons—and I’ve come up with one defining point.

I don’t just want him, Ineedhim.

God, sometimes I feel like I need him more than I need air.

I need more of what happened on the coffee table. I need to know what he feels like above me, what he tastes like, how it feels to be skin to skin with him.

So—after going back and forth all day—I’ve made a decision. I’ve decided that I need to stop worrying about what Ishoulddo,and just do what Iwantto do.

Which is him.

Chapter Twenty

Enzo

Ienter the apartment and find Robyn sitting on the sofa clutching a book, her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

I was quiet when I came in, so she has no idea I’m standing here watching her.

I watch as she squirms where she’s sitting and I barely hold back a groan as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Fuck, I’d give anything to be the one biting down on it.

Knowing I need to sort my shit out, I close my eyes for a second and steady my breathing before clearing my throat.

“What are you reading, angel?”