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"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked her crazy ass.

She chuckled as her fingers massaged his scalp. "I don't know. Maybe I’m crazy. Or, maybe I'm falling for my don. Perhaps a bit of both. But I’m leaning more toward the falling for my don theory."

Her words wiped the smile from his face. This was no laughing matter.

"What did you say?" he asked, wanting to be sure he’d heard her correctly.

Chapter Fifteen

Enzo

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“Eve, what did you justsay?” Enzo asked.

“Did I stutter?”

“Eve!”

“Alright!” She paused before answering. “I said, maybe I'm falling formy don. And maybe this feeling is scary as shit. So, maybe I'm trying to hold back. Perhaps I’m trying to wait and see if this is real or a fairy tale. I’ve never believed in fairy tales. So, I’m hoping this is real. The problem is, this is happening too fast. It’s scary.”

He knew exactly what she meant. That was precisely how he felt. What he felt for her was foreign, scary. However, he wasn’t a fan of fear. Fear made people do stupid shit. It made them second-guess their actions. It led to hesitating, and hesitating could get you killed. It could also cause you to avoid certain situations because you feared the outcome.

He wouldn’t let fear dictate his actions. Neither would he allow it to dictate Eve’s. He wanted her, and she wanted him. What the fuck else mattered? If anyone had a problem with it, they could wrap their lips around the barrel of his gun and inhale. This hesitation and second-guessing shit ended now.

"Who's your don, Eve?" he asked as he lifted one of her legs and placed her foot on the recliner’s armrest, bringing himself face to face with her glistening wet pussy. She looked good enough to eat. And Enzo hadn’t had dinner yet. He rubbed his hand over her leg. He wouldn’t devour her until she answered his question.

“Stop hesitating and answer me,” he ordered. “Who is your don?”

"You," she whispered. “You’re my don, Enzo.”

Finally!

"Who do you belong to, Eve?" he asked, leaning forward.

"You," she whispered. “I belong to you, Don Enzo.”

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