Page 67 of Run to Me

“Run to me,” I interrupt.

“Well, I ran. And I plan on staying.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Robyn

“Maybe I shouldn’t come? You said it was family only, I don’t want to intrude.” I worry my bottom lip and stare at Enzo as he lies beside me.

We’re flying to his family’s island later today because Luca and Izzy are getting married there tomorrow. It’s been nearly three months since Enzo first took me to his father’s estate for family dinner, and we’ve been a couple of times since then, but I still don’t feel comfortable crashing their family only wedding.

“Angel,” Enzo blanches and strokes a finger across my cheek.

“You’ve just said it yourself, it’s family only. You are my family, angel, you’re my whole fucking life. If you don’t want to go then that’s fine, we won’t go. But if it’s because you’re worried, you shouldn’t be. Trust me, Izzy would have my fucking balls if I turned up on that island without you, and so would the rest of the family. I’m beginning to think they like you more than they do me, though I wouldn’t blame them in the slightest.”

“Mm hmm, now that I know your family, I feel like I’ve never really had one.”

“Well, you do now,” he murmurs and drags me towards him. I burrow my head into his chest and swing my leg over his as he presses a kiss into my hair and wraps his arms around me.

“Tell me about the island.”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been.” He says it so casually, but there’s something in his tone that I can’t quite place.

“What do you mean?” I lift my head to look down at him and he bites the inside of his cheek as he stares at me.

“My mom died giving birth to me. The island was a gift to her from my father, the family used to go every year, it was their tradition. But after she died, my dad couldn’t bear to go back without her, so obviously Luca and Marco didn’t go either. This is the first time in twenty-two years my dad and Marco will be going back there. Luca took Izzy there on their honeymoon, and that was the first time the island has been used by our family since I killed her.” He looks so genuine, like he really believes he’s responsible for his mother’s death, and it’s breaking my heart.

“Enzo, baby,” I say softly. “You didn’t kill your mom, and I’m sure your family doesn’t think that either. You can’t hold yourself accountable.”

He looks at me like I’ve grown another head, and my heart cracks right down the middle when he speaks next.

“Of course they do. And if they don’t, then they should. I’m the reason they lost her, if it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t have had to grow up without her. They wouldn’t have had to feel the pain they felt from losing her—the pain I’ve never had to feel because I didn’t know her. Luca wouldn’t have had to getmarried—twice—without his mom, and Marco wouldn’t have had to spend ten years in agony without her advice.”

“Can I ask you something?” I ask as a gaze down at him and he looks up at me with nothing but love.

“Anything. Always.”

“If we had children, if we had a baby and something happened to me during the delivery, would you blame our baby for my death? Would you want our son or daughter to blame themselves for my death?”

He swallows thickly as he thinks over my words, and I see the realization burn behind his eyes.

“Fuck, angel,” he rasps and squeezes his arms around me.

“You can’t keep living with the guilt of your mother’s death. It was an accident, a tragic and unfair accident. It wasn’t your fault, and you need to let that guilt go,” I say gently. I want to get my point across to him, but I also don’t want to push him. He can be like a wild, savage, and untamable animal at times, so I have to tread lightly.

“What the fuck would I do without you?” he whispers, and I let out a breathy laugh.

Suddenly, he sits up and flips me on my back, staring down at me intently.

“I’m serious, angel. I have no idea what I would do without you. I feel like I need you just to breathe, you’ve changed my life so thoroughly that I’d never be able to survive without you. You’re my anchor in the chaos that runs through my veins. You bring me a type of peace that I’d never experienced until I met you. Hell,I didn’t even know this feeling existed. You are my fucking life, Robyn. You hold my soul in your hands, you’re the only person on earth with the power to destroy me.” He smacks a quick kiss to my lips and strolls out of the room to make breakfast without ever giving me a chance to reply.

Leaving me with the thought that if I’m his anchor, then he’s my lighthouse in the storm, guiding me to safety.

Okay, I knew the Romano’s had money.