Page 14 of Vow to Me

I debate for a second on whether or not I should actually help him, on one hand, I really do feel for this girl, knowing she’s about to become entangled with a man so unhinged he belongs in a mental facility. On the other hand, who the fuck knows what he’ll resort to if I don’t help him. Knowing it’s a lose-lose situation, I decide to just fucking go for it and hope like hell it works out for this girl.

I sigh before getting up to grab my laptop, I sit back on the couch. “Okay, so what club were you at? And where inside the club did you see her? And when was it?” I ask, but before he can answer, Luca comes back into the room. He starts to open his mouth, as if going to tell Enzo to leave but I shush him and turn back to his brother.

“We were at spotlights on Friday, and she was standing at the centre of the bar. Why? What exactly can you do with that thing?” he says while waving at my laptop and clearly underestimating me.

I work my magic and hack into the club's cameras within ten seconds and then spend a few minutes checking the footage. I finally see Enzo on the screen staring as a small brown-haired girlsat at the bar, he’s looking at her as though he wants to swallow her whole.Guess that’s the girl.She seemsfartoo sweet and innocent for the likes of Enzo, but I’m not about to divulge into that right now.

I zoom in and transfer her image over to the facial recognition software I built, it’s so accurate that if a person exists, they’re on the fucking database, I can find anyone, even with a partial shot of their face. Within minutes I’m sending her name, address, work address, phone number and social security number to Enzo, along with her social media handles and eight photos attached, including one of him eye fucking her in the club. His phone buzzes and he checks the screen.

“How in the ever-loving-fuck did you do that? It hasn’t been five minutes and you’ve got fucking everything on her? What the fuck, Isabella! They’re some skills you’ve got,” he says to me, clearly shocked, before turning to Luca. “Careful with that one bro, she’s scary,” he says in absolute seriousness. Then before I even know what’s happening, he’s across the room and pulling me off the sofa, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a hug where he squeezes me so hard that I can barely breathe.

“I suggest you get your fucking hands off my wife, you asshole,” Luca barks.

Enzo gives me a smirk, then lets me go, but not before giving me a kiss on the forehead making Luca growl at him.

Huh, I guess he doesn’t like his little brother touching me.

“You’re the best sister in the world!” Enzo exclaims before turning around and walking out without a backwards glance and I can hear him chucking as he walks away.

The whole fucking exchange was weird, but at least my new brother-in-law seems to like me, even if he’s a special brand of crazy. I shoot Luca a confused look and he sighs and shakes his head in awhat can you dogesture, before tilting his head to stare at me as if he’s trying to get inside my head.

“How did you get that information so quickly?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders. “I’ve been hacking for years; I’ve gotten pretty good,” I say and smirk at him. He gives me another look as though he doesn’t quite know whether to believe me or not, then he grabs my arm and sits me back on the sofa before tending to my arm.

“Fuck, Izzy, I’m sorry you got hurt. We should have just stayed here and ordered something for dinner. You wouldn’t be bleeding if isn’t for me, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he says, distressed, his eyes are full of guilt, I want nothing more than to wipe away.

He’s gentle as he takes his time to clean and dress the wound on my arm and I find myself thinking about how fucking strange this is.

How can he be the ruthless Mafia heir that he is to the rest of the world, yet he’s sweet and caring with me? It doesn’t make fucking sense. For all of my twenty-four years, every man I’ve known has either been one or the other. My father, while he would be ‘loving’ sometimes, was only ever putting on an act. Alessi, he was always sweet to me, he did everything he could to make me feel safe, he wasmore marshmallow than mafioso, which is exactly why my father made him my security detail, saving the harder men for himself.

I’m so fucking confused. At first, I thought maybe Luca was putting on an act like my father would, but the look in his eyes is genuine, he really does care. Why does that make my stomach flutter? Is that fuckingbutterflies?Oh god, I think it is. Either that or I’m losing my fucking mind.

Hello, insanity.

“I’m fine Luca it’s barely a scratch,” I say while I grab his hand and squeeze in what’s meant to be a comforting gesture, but his touch burns, it’s like every time his skin touches mine there’s a fire that lights me up inside and I never want it to end. Which also makes me wonder how it’d feel to touch him in other places, or what he tastes like, or—

Fuck, this isn’t good. Stop it Izzy!

I let go of his hand and thank him for taking care of my arm before saying goodnight and making a hasty exit to my room.

My body is coursing from adrenaline, whether it’s from Luca’s touch or almost getting shot, I’m not sure. But my insides are buzzing, my panties are soaked, and I feel as though I’m about to fucking combust. I go to my nightstand and grab my vibrator, ready to fuck the feeling away myself.

Chapter Thirteen

Luca

Isit in confused silence, wondering what the fuck just happened. I must have pissed Izzy off somehow for her to fly out of the room like a bat out of hell.

Seriously, she couldn’t get away from me quick enough. Was she pissed about my reaction to Enzo hugging her? It didn’t seem like it at the time, or maybe she’s pissed that she got hurt, I know she’s been around the Cosa Nostra her whole life, but it can be difficult at times, maybe she’s not used to being that close to the chaos and mayhem my life brings?

For the first time in my life, I’m unsure of what to do. I’ve never done the girlfriend thing, the most serious relationship I’ve had is a fuck buddy that I used for booty calls when the need arose. Should I talk to her? Give her some space? Ignore it all together?

Fuck, I sound like a little bitch.

I debate for a moment on whether or not I should call Marco or Alec to see what they think, then think better of it. I’d only be opening myself up to abuse from those two fuckers if I hit them up for dating advice, I’d never hear the end of it.

Hell, back when we were in freshman year of college, Alec made the unfortunate mistake of asking me for advice about a girl he wasseeing. At the time, we were both idiot teenagers who did nothing but chase tail and fuck around.

Anyway, Alec made the mistake of asking me for advice, and rather than being helpful, I tore into him for weeks about how he couldn’t land the girl. He effectively learned his lesson, never making the same mistake again, and if I was to ask him for advice? Forget it, he’d fucking go on about it for months just to be a dick.

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