Page 53 of Stolen By the Enemy

I’m pulled out of my daze when Marco tells me that Luca and Enzo are on their way to the house.

They’re in Mexico and are about to walk through the door to take me home.

Suddenly, the romantic dinner, me in Marco’s shirt, and our private moments, all seem even more wrong than they have before.

The longer I’ve been in Mexico, the further away I’ve felt from my real life. That’s made it easier to get lost in everything that has been happening, without thinking too much about the consequences.

Home seemed so far away, that it was almost like I was living two completely separate lives.

It’s like there is a Mexico me, and a home me.

I stand up, nervous now, and not quite ready to see my family.

Will my brothers see it in my face, how often I’ve caressed Marco’s naked body? Or will they see how much I’ve craved him when he’s not around, and enjoyed him when he is with me? Are they going to sense the betrayal as soon as I come face-to-face with them?

I feel like I might throw up, so I control my breathing as best as I can.

From the hallway, I can see headlights pulling up the driveway, and I know that it’s Luca and Enzo arriving.

My head is spinning.

Not only am I in Marco’s shirt and my underwear right now, just coming up the stairs from a candlelit dinner under the stars, but I’ve slept with this man twice today.

I refuse to think about the times before that.

All the while, my brothers have been worried about me, having to give up some of their profits and time managing the business to save me.

The guilt is a burning feeling in my gut.

I rush up the stairs to get dressed, hearing Marco say something behind me. I’m too far away to figure out what he is saying.

I need to get into my own clothes before my brothers enter the house.

I wish I had time to shower the sex smell off me, but I put on a little perfume to try and hide it.

I put on my jeans and tie my hair back into a ponytail.

Now I look more like a girl who has been held captive by a cartel member, rather than a girl who’s just had a vacation in Mexico with a handsome and devilish man.

I can hear the men’s voices as I rush down the stairs, eager to see my family, and nervous about this exchange.

I’ve left my bag in the room, not wanting to look too comfy in Marco’s house.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Luca, Enzo, and Marco standing near the front door, a few of their guards standing around them.

Their faces are serious, and Enzo looks a lot more tired than he was when I last saw him.

“Hi. You made it,” I say softly as I reach them at the bottom of the stairs.

I wonder if going in for a hug would be a good idea, but Marco stands in between us.

I am still his property, and he’s making that very obvious. There’s an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“You okay?” Enzo asks me, looking like he can’t get out of this house fast enough.

I know that he’s working hard to contain his temper, because when my older brother explodes, it’s not a pretty sight, and it would fuck up this entire deal, possibly putting us all in danger.

I give him a small smile.

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