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Enzo gives me a serious look, his voice decisive. "This isn’t about her feeling like she's imposing. It’s about keeping you both safe. That's the priority."

I let out a sigh, knowing he's right but still feeling a bit defensive. "Sure, I get that. But Jimmy’s mostly all talk. He’s full of hot air."

He raises an eyebrow, his tone turning stern.

"He hit her, Mandy. I saw the mark. And he hit you, too. He’s clearly not just all talk anymore." His voice deepens, filled with a seriousness that demands my full attention. "I’ve dealt with guys like him. They start with threats, and then they escalate. They don’t stop. They push boundaries until someone pushes back."

Hearing that sends a cold shiver down my spine. The possibility that he’s right gnaws at me, but his confidence reassures me. "You really think it could get worse?" I ask, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

"With his type, yes," Enzo asserts. "They test limits. And if they see a weakness, they exploit it."

I take a deep breath, the reality of his words settling in. "I hate that you're probably right," I admit, the weight of the seriousness of the situation pressing down on me. "It’s hard to see him as that kind of monster, even with everything he’s put us through."

Enzo takes my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "I know it's tough, and I wish you didn’t have to face this. But you're not alone. I'm here, and this place is a fortress. You and your mom should stay as long as you need to. I mean it."

His assurance lifts some of the heaviness in my heart. " Knowing we've got you makes all this a bit less terrifying," I say, squeezinghis hand in gratitude.

"Whatever comes, we'll handle it together. I won't let anything happen to you or your mom."

I nod in agreement with Enzo's assurances, feeling a surge of tenderness. Leaning in, I press my lips to his in a thank you that quickly turns into something far deeper. The kiss escalates, becoming a heated exchange as if our earlier conversation had stoked a fire between us.

Enzo's hands start exploring, tracing the curve of my back and slipping lower, his touch igniting sparks that flicker throughout my entire body. My hands find the hem of his shirt, my fingers wandering beneath it, exploring the firmness of his waist. Everything about this moment—his scent, his strength, the way he responds to my touch—stirs my arousal deeper.

Just as things threaten to really catch fire, the shrill tone of my phone cuts through the haze of desire. Reluctantly, I pull back, a small groan of frustration escaping Enzo as I reach for my phone. Glancing at the screen, I see Natalie's name flashing. "It's Natalie," I murmur, hitting the answer button while trying to catch my breath.

"Hey, Mandy! Can we switch our workout to the Equinox in Beverly Hills instead of my place today?" Natalie's voice is chipper, clueless as to what she’s just interrupted.

"Uh, yeah, sure, that works," I manage to say, slightly flustered, having completely spaced on our planned session.

"Awesome! See you in a bit," Natalie chirps before ending the call.

As I hang up, I shoot Enzo an apologetic look, my earlier heat morphing into a playful promise. "Looks like I’ll have to take a rain check on this," I say, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Enzo smirks, his disappointment swiftly replaced by mischievous anticipation. "I expect nothing less than a fun night to make up for it," he replies, the sexiness in his voice making me shiver.

"Deal," I agree, excited for the workout and for what the evening will hold after.

With a quick kiss that promises more, I head upstairs to change into my workout gear.

Chapter 22

Enzo

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I find myself replaying the brief, but heated moments, we shared just moments ago.

The interruption only fuels my anticipation, a feeling I've come to savor. As I sip my coffee, scenes from last night flash through my mind—Mandy's gasps, her pleasure, her eager submission as we pushed deeper into our BDSM exploration.

She’s been incredibly responsive, diving into each new experience with an enthusiasm that’s both exhilarating and immensely satisfying. I'm already looking forward to seeing how much further she’s willing to go.

As I'm wrapped up in thoughts from last night, Mandy makes her way back down and grabs my attention. She's slipped into workout gear that's nothing short of stunning on her.

She grabs her gym bag and announces her plan. "I’m heading out to meet Natalie at the gym," she says, glancing at her phone.

Curious, I ask, "How are you planning to get there?"

"I was thinking of taking the bus. It’s not that far," she replies nonchalantly.

I laugh. “I see you take after your mom.”

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