Page 41 of Enzo DeLuca

“Not today.”

Her smart-ass reply almost got a chuckle out of him. He kept his face stoic as he watched her. He was tired, and at this rate, they wouldn’t get anywhere.

“I’m too tired to deal with you tonight.”

“Do you want me to go back to my room?” She lifted her cuffed hands and pointed toward the door.

“You’ll be sleeping in here tonight.”

Panic flared in her eyes. “I am not sleeping with you.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the floor,” he told her.

That panicked expression morphed into one of anger.

“I’m not some pet...”

“Keep talking, and you’ll be sleeping in the bath tub.”

Though she didn’t say anything else, the look on her face said it all. She looked like she wished it was him she’d sat on fire and not the kitchen. Even his enemies didn’t dare look at him that way. At least, not to his face.

“Keep looking at me like that and...”

“And you’ll kill me,” she drawled before sitting down on the carpet. “I know what’s at stake. You don’t have to keep saying it.”

“Stand up,” he ordered.

“I thought you said...”

“Stand up.”

She stood up. He removed the keys from his pocket, unlocked her cuffs then removed them. She rubbed her wrists as she gazed up at him. Though he didn’t let it show, her gaze floored him. A smile spread across her beautiful face.

“You’re going to leave the cuffs off?” she asked, looking hopeful.

Enzo smiled down at her and said, “Why would I do some shit like that?”

Fury returned to her features. “You bastar...”

“Careful, piccola testimone.”

“What did you just call me?”

He moved to stand next to his recliner. “Lie down in front of the chair.”

“Are you going to handcuff me to the chair?”

“I can’t have you trying to escape while I’m sleeping.”

“I’m not going to try to escape.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why did you set my kitchen on fire?”

“That was a mistake.”

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