Page 6 of Enzo DeLuca

Maybe he should put off talking to the witness until tomorrow. But he at least wanted to hear for himself the info the witness had already shared. Maybe he’d pick up on something Stefan hadn’t. Yes, he was sleepy. But he was eager to find out who was behind the previous don’s death.

Stefan stopped outside one of the guest bedrooms. "She's in there."

Enzo reached for the doorknob, then froze. His gaze jerked to Stefano. "She? When did the witness become a she?"

"She's always been a she."

"Why did I think it was a man?"

"I never said it was a man."

"You didn't?"

"I didn't."

"You sure?" Enzo asked.

"I am."

"Did I just assume it was a he?"

"You did,” Stefan told him.

Fuck. For the past few days, he'd been walking around in a rage-filled haze.

"When you interrogated her, you didn’t hurt her, did you?"

Stefan frowned. "Did you really just ask me that?"

"Just checking.”

“We never hurt women or children. Your grandfather drilled that into both of us. As for the witness, I don't think she knows anything other than what she told the police. No matter what question I ask, it all matches up with her police statement. However, her existence has gotten out. I wouldn't be surprised if the Soldano family is looking for her. They were quick to hand their man over. That doesn't mean they're happy about it. They can't take it out on you. Maybe they'll try to take it out on her."

"Don Soldano is a perverted bastard,” Enzo stated. “There's no telling what he'd do to her."

"I figured she’d be safer with us for the time being. She may not think she knows anything else. But if she can recall even the smallest detail, it could be helpful. Whether she heard a name or smelled a certain cologne, anything would be useful. I haven't talked to her today. Maybe she's remembered something else."

"I'll find out." Enzo pulled the door open and stepped into the room. A guard was standing near the window. When he spotted Enzo, he bowed his head. "You can step out," Enzo told him.

The man looked from Enzo to Stefan.

"Enzo," Stefan said. "He guards this room. He's meant to stay here and protect you."

"From whom? A woman? Where is she, by the way?"

His gaze searched the room. A second later, the bathroom door opened, and out stepped his witness. Enzo's mouth damn near dropped open. Though she was clad in a pair of his jogging pants and his T-shirt, the attire did nothing to hide her curves. Her face was free of makeup. But she didn't need it.

Her smooth brown skin had a glow of its own. Her wild curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail that dropped past her shoulders. Barefoot, she padded across the room. That was when he noticed that her hands were cuffed in front of her.Right!It was because she was a witness. She wasn’t there to be ogled by him. She was there to be questioned.

“What’s your name?” Enzo asked. She didn’t reply. “If I have to ask you twice...”

“Eve,” she whispered before he could finish his sentence.

Eve. A fitting name.

"How did you use the bathroom with your hands cuffed?"

Her gaze jerked to Stefan. While glaring at Stefan, she told Enzo, "I was told to make it work. So, I made it work." She plopped down on the edge of the bed and returned her gaze to him. "I was also told I’d be able to leave after the boss paid me a visit. Are you that boss?"

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