Page 38 of Vow to Me

Izzy

One week. Seven days. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours. That’s how long it’s been since I was let out of the hospital. That’s how long it has been since Luca decided he wasn’t going to let me out of his sight. I can’t even go to the bathroom without him attempting to hover over me.

The man is driving me fuckinginsane.

I thought it was cute at first, but now it’s just getting fucking ridiculous. If he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to end up fucking stabbing him in the arm and sending him to the hospital just to get some peace.

I’m sat on the sofa, watching him pace around the room and muttering to himself about who the fuck knows what.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I eventually give in and ask.

“I need to deal with the cocksucker who was hired to rig the explosive on Enzo’s car, it’s been over a week since the incident, and we can’t wait much longer. I also don’t want to leave you here alone, so I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t complain about him not letting me out of his sight.

“Easy, take me with you,” I say with a shit eating grin. I want to get my hands on the asshole who tried to blow me and my little brother-in-law to pieces.

He stops his pacing and turns to me, he runs his eyes over me as if assessing for injury, I’m completely healed so it’s not like he’s going to find anything. I’ve been fine for days and he won’t even touch me, the most action I’ve got from him is a quick kiss and him holding me at night.

He really needs to stop treating me as though I’m made of glass that will shatter at any moment. I won’t break, I’m a hell of a lot stronger than that and that’s just something he’s going to have to realize.

“Fine. But if you get dizzy, feel nauseous or feel even the slightest headache then were getting the fuck out of there and coming straight home. I won’t let you mess around with your health,” he says with a pointed look, and I roll my eyes before jumping up and pressing a kiss to his cheek and making my way to the bedroom to get ready.

I dress in black leather pants that could’ve been painted on to my skin, a cropped black sweater that hugs my breasts and I pair them with a pair of heeled, red ankle boots—and of course I add a red lip to match.

I eagerly walk back into the lounge to meet Luca, thankful that I’m getting to leave the apartment for the first time in a week. His eyes widen as he runs his gaze over me, his brows tugging down in a frown.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he growls.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with it?” I say in the most innocent tone I can muster and bite my lip to hide my smirk.

“Like fuck are you leaving the apartment looking like that Izzy, I’ll end up shooting every man we come into contact with, is that really what you want?”

“Tone down the caveman act, there’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing and I’m not fucking changing. Now, let’s go,” I say in a no-nonsense tone and walk towards the elevator. Luckily Luca realizes this isnotthe hill he wants to die on and joins me with a sigh but doesn’t make a retort.

He stays silent the whole drive to the warehouse and he’s starting to make me nervous. Does he not want me involved with this? Does he not trust me?

“You’re freaking me out Luca, why are you being so quiet?”

“I’m regretting letting you come, what if you see the other side of me and hate me afterwards?” he says quietly and turns to me, the vulnerability in his eyes would floor me if I wasn’t already sat down.

“Are you being fucking serious? You do remember giving me a tongue in a jar with a bow made from flesh, right?” I say with a chuckle and take his hand in mine. “Nothing would make me hate you. Besides, I want a go at the asshole who tried to blow me up, are you going to hate me after that?”

“Of course not, I already know you’re a stabby psycho when you want to be,” he says, his tone is full of pride, and it makes my breath hitch knowing that I can completely be myself with him and not have to worry about what he’ll think of me.

I lean over and press a kiss to his jaw as we pull up outside the warehouse. Luca turns off the ignition and shifts so he’s facing me.

“If you want to leave at any time, just say the word and we’ll leave with no questions asked, if you start to feel sick at all just say the word and we leave. Don’t worry about anything else Izzy, okay? You come first, always.” He’s out of the door and rounding the car before I can reply.

We walk into the building side by side with Luca’s hand on the small of my back. The guards around the warehouse give Luca an inquisitive look before masking it and nodding to us, they’re clearly not used to seeing a woman involved in business.

We enter the main room and I see a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, he must be in his early thirties, has shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. There’s nothing recognizable about him, nothing at all that would make him stand out in a crowd. I see Marco stood in the corner with his usual mask of indifference in place while Enzo is standing behind the asshole strapped to the chair, he’s bent down and whispering in his ear with a manic look on his face.

Over the past week, Enzo has visited me nearly every day, he apologized profusely about what happened the day of the incident. He feels guilty that I got hurt, I ended up telling him that if he apologized one more time it would be him that had a concussion and he soon stopped. Yet, he still came to sit with me, and gave me a break away from my overbearing husband. Enzo glances up and spots us as we enter.

“Izzy! Oh, fuck dude, you thought having to wait for Luca to deal with you was bad? It’s even worse now that my favorite sister is here with him,” he sing-songs to the fucker and I give him a grin.

I go to stand next to Marco in the corner to let Luca do his thing and get any information out of him. There’s three of their men stood around the room who remain stoic, they ignore our presence until Luca orders one of them to bring me a chair—I internally roll my eyes because he’s such a fucking mother hen.

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