Page 8 of Enzo

“Because you’ve been there, and if you wanted to revisit that, you would have by now.” Alessandro smiles at me.

“Maybe.” I lift a shoulder. When I look back to where my little agent was, she’s gone. I glance around but still don’t see her. “I need a drink,” I tell my cousin before turning towards the kitchen. If I’m going to endure the torture of being in this frat house, then I need some alcohol in my system.

Alessandro follows me. “Really, you’re going to pretend that us being here has nothing to do with the chick Pacey turned up with?”

“I’m not pretending shit.” I pick up a bottle of whiskey from the counter and pour a healthy serving into a red cup.

“Riiight, so you didn’t ask Pacey to make sure she was here?” Alessandro lifts a single brow in question while his lips fight the smile I know he’s holding back.

“Pacey has a big fucking mouth,” I grunt.

“Word of advice? If you want something kept in a vault, don’t go telling my girlfriend’s roommate. Those two talk constantly about everything,” he says.

“I’ll keep that in mind, for future reference,” I groan, bringing the cup to my lips as I swallow the amber liquid. I relish the burn as it runs down my throat.

“Sooo, who is she?” Alessandro asks.

“You mean you don’t already know?”

“Didn’t care enough to dig. Should I?”

“Nope.” I look through the crowd. I don’t know where the fuck Pacey and Kayleigh disappeared to. They’re here somewhere and I’ll find them eventually. Right now, I’m content to numb the fucked-up feelings I’m having because that’s a whole lot easier than acknowledging them.

Some jock slams into Alessandro’s back, forcing my cousin to knock into me. I catch him and my cup hits the floor. I shove Alessandro to the side while my right hand forms a fist before I swing out and connect it with the idiot’s jaw, sending him flying off his feet. He lands on his ass, and the whole house goes silent. It’s as if everyone is aware of the incident all at once. This is why I hate these parties. Too many fucking eyes.

“Watch where you’re fucking going.” I pin the guy on the floor with a glare. When I look up again, my eyes connect with hers. Kayleigh, my little fucking agent,fuckableagent…

Nope, not going there.I spin around and storm out of the room, the crowd of partygoers quickly clearing a path for me to pass.

Alessandro is right behind me. “You good?” he asks.

“Peachy,” I grunt.

“Yeah, you sound it.” He chuckles.

“I dropped my fucking drink.”

An hour later and two drinks in, Pacey comes running up to me. “Enzo, Jesus. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She sounds breathless, and I’m immediately on alert.

“What’s wrong?” I look behind her, expecting to see my little agent friend but she’s not there.

“Someone put something in Kayleigh’s drink. I need help getting her out of here,” Pacey says.

“What do you mean someone put something in her drink?” I jump up from my seat and scan the room. “Where is she?”

“I left her in the bathroom upstairs to come get you. I told her to lock the door. She’s had one drink. That’s it, and she’s slurring and falling down.”

I’m already running up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. I start pushing doors open. It’s not until I try the fourth door that I find her. Except she’s not alone.

“This room’s taken. Find another one, bro,” a guy calls out. A guy who has his grubby fucking paws all over Kayleigh.

I grab the back of his shirt and yank him off her, watching as her body plops to the floor. “What the fuck?” I hiss. Her eyes are open, but she’s not there. “What did you give her?”

“N-nothing. I swear.” The guy pales as he looks at me.

Good. He should be fucking scared.

“She’s not even conscious. What the fuck were you going to do in here?” My fist connects with its second face for the night.

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