Page 68 of SINS & Lies

“My name. It’s not Luciano.” My death glare turns to Enzo. “It’s Mullvain.”

“Of course. Ms. Mullvain,” she repeats softly with a helpless smile.

I shouldn’t take it out on her. It’s not her fault she works for a total tool. One who’s apparently treating me to the lap of luxury just before dumping me out like yesterday’s trash, complete with all the dignity of blue airline waste.

With a small chuckle, Enzo clears his throat. “Mullvain,” he utters, shaking his head to himself, and I can’t tell if he’s angry or amused.

I know he’s dangerous, but in this moment, I don’t care. When he smirks, I snap. “Something funny?”

Ignoring my question, he continues with deliberate, unhurried movements, placing Truffles gently on the floor.

I watch in awe as my dog seamlessly returns to his seat, curling up on it like he was born to live this life.

Beside him is Savannah, cocooned under a blanket, as if she’s been there the whole damn time, blissfully asleep.

I guess we’ll just pretend she didn’t just reveal that I’m somehow the key to bringing down the D’Angelos.

Enzo then hands me the glass I just refused. “It’s either you enjoy some champagne and we talk, or I teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson?”

“Yes, Bella. A lesson. On what happens when you direct all that blazing hot anger at me.”

There’s a certain spark in his eyes. A challenge. It’s enough of a warning, I know I should back down.

Stupidly, I don’t. “Is that before or after another man fucks me?”

He pauses, mid-drink.

His expression turns contemplative, as if weighing a decision. The tension between us is palpable, stretched so thin and tight that I know I’m forcing his hand.

Keep me or cut me loose—it’s his family or me.

Then, his eyes land on mine, and his hand flies forward and grabs my hair so swiftly, I gasp.

I can’t resist him. Not that I’m trying...

Somehow, the black-and-blue stain across his cheek only intensifies the heat behind his eyes, accentuating his thick brows and full lips. Making him both dangerous and gorgeous at once—even when he’s pissed.

“Enzo,” I whimper.

“That’s right, Bella. It’s my name you’ll speak in vain—and in pleasure. If another man touches you, he loses a limb. If he fucks you, he loses his life. And if you don’t know by now, that you are owned—by me—by the end of this week, you will.”

No more words. No more talk. His lips crash on mine with such force—such possession—there’s no way to fight it.

I’m backed into a corner, with nothing but his dominance and my determination to survive him for the next week.

Seven days where Enzo owns me. Controls me. Does whatever the hell he wants to me.

And seven days where I give in.

I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing this for Riley.

I have one week to find a way to break free. For me and my sister to actually escape the reach of the D’Angelo’s.

Forever.

Epilogue | Enzo

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