Page 37 of Enzo

"Lisa? Lisa Hall, as I live and breathe!" All right, maybe she was channeling her mother at that moment.

Lisa was petite, maybe five-five with brown hair that spilled over her shoulders and blue eyes that she liked to bat at the doctors when they were working. Her body was thin, too thin in Deja's opinion, but she got away with wearing skirts that were alittle too short for work and tops that were a little too tight. She was the beauty queen of the office, and she knew it. Lisa also hated Deja with a passion. Deja didn't know why and stopped caring a long time ago.

"It's so nice to see you, Deja. We all wondered what happened to you. I have to say it looks like you're doing okay for yourself. The girls pictured you out on the street, dragging your tired body from business to business looking for a job." Lisa stopped to look her over, frowning as if she didn't agree with the curves she possessed.

"Here you are, though, in the store with two fine men." She gave Enzo a look meant to stop him in his tracks as she reached out to touch his arm.

Before that primal part of her that she forgot to lock back up could reach for Lisa’s hand to break it, Enzo moved to stand behind Deja. Both of his arms were securely wrapped around her. A low hiss came from Deja but nothing else.

Lisa blinked her eyes before rubbing them. She was having trouble processing what had just happened.

"This is Enzo. As you can see, we are an item." She smiled at Lisa, although her voice was low and deadly.

"Who's this prime specimen?" She indicated Ven. "Is he your son? You would have had to start young for that. We didn't think you were seeing anyone. I mean, the way you are..." Lisa's voice trailed off.

"How am I?" It took all her willpower not to gnash her teeth before she tore into Lisa.

"You know." She let her hand drift around in front of Deja, to indicate her body. "Who thought you had such a handsome young man for a son."

She reached her hand out to touch Ven. Deja placed her arm in front of him, moving him backward. Her actions said he's my son, don't touch.

How dare the bitch try and touch.

She should be happy she's still alive after reaching forEnzo.

I say we kill her now.The feral side of her was speaking, and she meant every word.

I still know where to hide the body.

Deja was standing there trying to shake her head as she thought this was going to get out of hand. She leaned over to Lisa like they were friends.

"It's a good thing no one knew about them because I'm not nice when it comes to my man or my son." She leaned a little closer, dropping her voice, and told her in explicit words what she would do if anyone touched Enzo or Ven.

Deja pulled back, a smile still on her face.

I'm proud of you.

We're all proud of you.

"Lisa, sweetheart, where are you?" A man a couple of inches taller than Lisa walked down the aisle and gave her a kiss. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I just ran into a friend. We used to work together. Deja, this is John, my husband. John, this is Deja. It was nice seeing you again, but I need to be going."

"It was nice seeing you again, Lisa, and remember what I told you."

She paled, grabbed John's hand, and moved quickly up the aisle. Deja turned around to look at Enzo and Ven. A deep sigh left her when she realized that they had heard everything she whispered to Lisa. Now they knew. She was possessive and territorial, and she thought they belonged to her.

Ven took the cart while Enzo took her hand, and they walked up the aisle looking like a real family. They finished shopping quickly.

"I'll drive," Enzo said, holding out his hands for the keys.

They had already stowed the food away, and Ven was in the back seat waiting to see who was going to win the argument.

"You think you can drive us home?"

"I got the car back from the dealership without a scratch on it." His answer was logical, and still, she was worried. "You'll be in the car right beside me. What can go wrong?"

What indeed? She handed him the keys—it was his car—and got into the passenger side. The first thing she realized was Enzo liked to go fast. The passenger side floor was going to have a permanent indent from where she pressed her foot into it, putting on the brakes.

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