Page 66 of Run to Me
“I wanted to give you what you were reading the other day, and since I won’t fucking share, and didn’t like the thought of even a generic silicone dildo entering that perfect pussy of yours, I had to buy a molding kit and make one to match mine perfectly.”
“You’re crazy,” she says with a laugh, and I pull her closer to me, needing to feel her in my arms.
“You love my crazy ass,” I mutter.
She sighs. “Yeah, I do.”
And thank fuck she does, she’s become my entire world in such a small amount of time. She’s the reason behind every fucking breath I take.
“I love you, so fucking much.” I press a kiss to her forehead and reach for my phone on the nightstand.
“I don’t think either of us are capable of cooking dinner tonight, so what do you feel like, angel?”
“Mmm, I want lasagna,” she murmurs and burrows herself further into me, and my chest shakes on a silent laugh as I start texting one of my men to go pick it up.
“Done. I’ve got someone picking it up from Di Nuovo for us.”
“Oooh good. I haven’t been there since…” She trails off, and I know exactly what she was about to say.
She hasn’t been there since she went on a date.
A date with a chino wearing fucker who sang like a canary when I tortured him.
Only she doesn’t know that.
And she doesn’t know I know about the date.
“Since when?” I ask to keep up appearances.
“Since I… uh, went on a double date with Lia.”
“Uh huh, and was it a good date?” I ask, my voice gruff.
“No, it was awful. The guy was kinda pushy the whole night, then he ambushed me by climbing into my cab, then when it dropped me off, he…” She sits up abruptly, a scowl etched on her face.
Oh shit.
“You were there, you saw what he did. The way he kissed me out of nowhere. You were stalking me then. I was surprised when he never texted me, even though he got my number from Lia beforewe left the restaurant…” She stares at me for a moment, her features hardening, and I internally wince at what’s coming.
“What did you do, Enzo?”
“Who, me?” I ask and widen my eyes, giving off what I hope is an expression of pure innocence.
“Cut the shit, what did you do?”
Fuck, I can’t lie to her.
“Well, I, uh… I killed him,” I say and pop a shoulder and give her a sheepish smile.
She blanches, and I curse under my breath, wishing I could go back in time and stop myself from losing control and doing what I did. Not because I feel bad that the fucker is dead but because I hate the look on her face right now.
The look that says she’s blaming herself for shit I did. Shit, I hope like fuck she doesn’t start crying. I hate it when she cries. Her tears physically pain me, each one of them is like a knife wound to the gut. Each sob is like a slice to the jugular. And when a tremor wracks her body? Christ, it feels like I’m being fucking electrocuted.
“I’m sorry. Really, I am. I just saw him kissing you and lost my shit. I was so out of it I even let you see me, which was never the plan. And then my head kept playing it over and over on a fucking loop and then he, uh… well you don’t need the specifics,” I whisper and go to reach for her, only to drop my arm. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to touch her right now.
She sighs, grabs my hand and squeezes it.
“I’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not, but I understand you see things differently than I do. And luckily, the only guy I’ll ever go on a date with now is you, so you won’t have that problem again, okay? And I know you do shit like this for work every day, I just kinda try to not think about it, though I guess that’s me being blissfully ignorant. I really don’t want to know any details of what you get up to, just know I’m not going anywhere.” She presses I quick kiss to my lips. “You once said if I need someone to run to, then—”