“How’s this for romance: I’m going to fuck him until he forgets that I almost killed him.”
CHAPTER FIVE: ENZO
How can I still love a man who held a gun to my head?
No, I remind myself, no time to bury the lead, Maximo not only held a gun to my head but shot said gun centimeters from my face. I’d felt the heat of the bullet as it left the barrel, smelt the gunpowder, and felt the smoke crawl up my nostrils.
He could have very well killed me.
And yet, I still love him more than I’ve loved anything or anyone.
But I don’t know if I can forgive him. At least, not yet.
A lot of things have changed between me and Maximo.
For so long, everything we have done has been at his instruction. He’s been the one in charge for so long, calling the shots, deciding what we both should do and whatIshouldn’t do.
Apparently, fucking Winter Chastine without his explicit permission is one of the things on that list of don’ts.
Along withlookingat her too nicely.
Maximo had blown his lid completely behind thosetwothings. Despite the fact that he’s had every part of his body shoved so far up Winter’s cunt that he literally tore it. With a pool cleaning stick to be specific. All while he ordered me to fuck her mouth. Proceeded by him fucking my ass with his fingers while he decimated Winter’s pussy with his cock.
But I’m the villain.
For fucking Winter Chastine up against the wall like any ordinary man.
Without Maximo’s permission.
Scoffing, I push thoughts of Maximo out of my mind as I open the front door. It lasts all of five seconds until I find Lucia Costa leaning against the wall in the foyer. Her leg is kicked up behind her and there’s clear mischief on her face as she watches me.
It’s a trap, I know it the second her black painted lips tip up.
Fuck.
Lucia is the Bonnie to Maximo’s Clyde, without the romance. Where there’s trouble, you can find the Costa cousins. And despite how much I love Maximo, I’m not the biggest fan of Lucia and vice versa.
I only have such a high tolerance for one psychopathic Costa in my life.
“Enzo,” she drawls out, her eyes moving over me from head to toe.
“Lucia.”
“Where have you been?” She raises a brow at me.
“Out.”
“Hmmm,” she hums, kicking off of the wall and drawing closer to me. “Winter is out with Amadeo getting her leg checked. Vito and Giovanni are at a meeting, and I know you weren’t invited, so what could you have possibly been doing whileout?”
“If your cousin wants to know what I’m up to, tell him he can grow the fuck up and ask me himself, right after he apologizes.”
Because that had been the kicker.
Evenafterhe’d just shot right next to my head, that fuck Maximo had refused to apologize.
To be clear, he’d done the opposite of apologizing.
I’m not sorry.