Page 68 of Run to Me
That much was obvious from the extremely huge mansion they call the family estate, or the penthouse apartments they have in the heart of New York and the fancy black cards they carry.
But this much money? Having a private jet with their family emblem on the seats fly us to this island? The island that is probably the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. I think it’s fair to say that me and my boyfriend are onverydifferent levels when it comes to our bank accounts.
From the moment we left the apartment, it was a complete freaking whirlwind of luxury, and I have to wonder what the hell Enzo is doing with the average looking woman who owns abookstore, who has no family and not even a handful of friends when he could literally have any woman he wanted.
He could have a different model in his bed every night, so what the hell is he doing with me?
I tried voicing this question when we were on the jet and he just looked at me with a perplexed expression on his face and said, “Why the fuck would I want anyone else when you exist?”
That was it for him, case closed. No further discussion.
My phone buzzes with a message and I pull it out to find a text from Izzy.
Izzy
I’ve never had a girlfriend before, wanna help me get ready for my wedding tomorrow?
Are you sure? I already feel like I’m imposing on your family-only wedding.
Izzy
Girl, you are family. Me and Luca have a bet going that you guys will be married before the end of the year. Luca thinks you’ll hold out until next year, so if you could make sure to lock Enzo down quick I’ll love you forever! Be at my room at 9am.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Enzo
My conversation with Robyn about my mom’s death hasn’t left my mind once since we laid in bed yesterday morning, and she gave me a new perspective on the whole thing. I’ve lived my entire life blaming myself for something that wasn’t my fault, and in comes Robyn, twisting me up, shaping me into an entirely different man with a new view on things. A brand-new outlook on life.
When she asked if I would blame our kids for the same thing, my previously dead heart cracked at the thought of her being gone, but also at the prospect of our son or daughter blaming themselves for something completely out of their control, and now I see her death as exactly what it was, an accident.
It wasn’t my fault.
It wasn’t the hospital’s fault.
It was an accident, and that’s that.
On the other side of things, it did make me think about things I’ve never even begun to think about before, like having a family.
Sure, there’s a part of me that’s equally terrified about something happening to Robyn if we do have a family as well as whether me, the kinda, sorta, psychopath could be a good father. But also, Ireally fucking want to see my girl as a mom, she’d be amazing, and bringing another angel into the world, having a little Robyn run around? Yeah, I want that.
Question is, how the fuck do I convince Robyn to skip taking her pills so I can get her pregnant when she’s already apprehensive about our relationship since we’ve “only been together for four months.”
Her apprehension is the only reason there isn’t a ring on her finger already. Hell, I’d have married my girl the night I saw her at the club. That’s how serious I am about her, but she’s not there yet, and I really don’t want to force her hand.
Though really, would she notice if I messed with her birth control? Hmm, something to think about, I guess.
Though now is not the time to be thinking about this, considering my brother and sister-in-law are currently saying their vows.
I squeeze Robyn’s hand, forcing myself to stay in the present and let out a whoop as Luca’s plants a kiss on Izzy’s lips.
Or more like devours her.
This time around, their wedding is much smaller. The only guests are me, Robyn, Marco, Dad and Alec, which is a much more intimate affair than their first wedding. They decided to have it here on the island as a kind of tribute to our mom, as well as getting married on Izzy’s mom’s birthday, which is why we’ve all traveled to the island just off the coast of Italy for a wedding on a seemingly random Tuesday.
After a round of pictures being taken, we spend the night on the beach, drinking and laughing as a family before Luca whisks Izzyoff to a hotel in Capri via helicopter and I can finally,finally,take my girl to bed.
Once we’re in the room, I spin Robyn around and pin her against the door. I cover her mouth with mine and pour everything into the kiss, it’s possessive, loving, and fueled by obsession for the one woman on earth who managed to catch my attention.