Page 83 of Enzo DeLuca

Emelia lifted her bags. “I’ve brought my cousin some desserts that he likes.”

I’m the only dessert he likes these days.

“Oh, okay.” What more could she say?

Emelia stood there staring at her. Eve stared back at her. What did the bitch want Eve to do? Surely she didn’t expect her to take the bags. She wasn’t the help. Eve cast a glance at Giorgio, only to find him staring straight ahead. He was no help.

Finally, Eve asked, “Would you like me to show you to the kitchen?”

“Why would I need a witness to do that?” Emelia asked.

This bitch was pushing it. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” Eve turned to leave. Giorgio followed her.

“Guard,” Emelia snapped.

Giorgio faced Emelia. “Yes, Ms. DeLuca?”

“Shouldn’t this witness be locked up?” Emelia asked.

Eve was two seconds away from showing Emelia another side of her. A side even Enzo hadn’t seen.

“The don...” Giorgio started, then went silent when he heard a car pulling into the driveway.

Please, be Enzo. Please, be Enzo.

Emelia turned and headed to the front door. “Enzo!” she exclaimed before rushing outside.

Eve let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I was two seconds away from whipping that ass,” Eve muttered.

“Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” Giorgio, her newfound friend, said. “Emelia DeLuca is the family’s sweetheart. She’s been spoiled by the previous don all her life. And Enzo is her favorite cousin. He spoils her too and will do anything for her.”

Hmmm. Did that mean she had no choice but to play nice with the wench? Eve wasn’t good at being fake with people she didn’t like. All thoughts of Emelia evaporated, and a smile crept across Eve’s face when Enzo entered the house. He’d only been gone a few hours, and still, she was happy to see him.

She worried about him when he wasn’t home with her. But she didn’t let him know that. He was already stressed enough as it was. She didn’t want to add more stress to him. She wanted to be his comfort, his happy place, his lighthouse. His gaze searched the room until it landed on her. His smile made her heart melt. Her grin disappeared when Emelia stepped up behind him.

“Enzo, let’s eat the desserts on the terrace and...” Emelia started.

But Enzo wasn’t paying any attention to her.He’s only got eyes for me, bitch. He crossed the room, heading towards Eve. Giorgio stepped out of the way when Enzo side-eyed him. Eve chuckled.Her jealous don. She liked it. No, she loved it.

“You’re home early,” she pointed out, a little louder than she had to, hoping Emelia heard.

“Since I didn’t make it in time for dinner the other day and missed out on your cooking, I wanted to eat lunch with you today,” he told her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She started to mention there were plenty of leftovers in the refrigerator. Those words left her head when he whispered for her ears only, “I also wanted to eat you for lunch.”

Eve chuckled. Looking at them now, you never would’ve guessed she’d once been his hostage. Now, he only handcuffed her when she asked him nicely, and it was always followed by rough sex that left a smile on both their faces.

Emelia cleared her throat. “Enzo.”

“Has Maria arrived?” Enzo asked Eve.

“She’s making lunch now. Did she know you were coming home for lunch?”

“She did. I told her not to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Enzo!” Emelia yelled.

Enzo sighed. Without turning around, he asked, “What’s wrong, piccola Em?”

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