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“Have you spoken to the therapist?”

Golden brown eyes that appear duller than they did just days ago look away from mine. “Sure have.”

Setting the file down, I move to sit next to him on the bed. “Don’t lie to me, Enzo. I know you better than that.”

“Do you?”

I give him a hard stare, letting him know that yes, I do. It might have been over twenty years since he’s been on my guardrotation, but that year we spent together bonded us in ways not so easily broken.

Before my previous guard, before James, before Roman’s birth, Enzo was my bodyguard that first year. We didn’t mesh as well as James and I do, which is why Cristian put Enzo on Roman’s guard when he was born.

That doesn’t mean we stopped being friends. This life can be isolating, so you latch onto any sort of bond and sign of friendship that you can. The Family really is a family at the end of the day. So, as much as he wants to pretend I don’t, I know him too well.

“Have you seen Benji?”

He shakes his head. “He’s come by, but I haven’t seen him.” I smack him across the side of the head. “What the fuck, Doc?! You crazy ass.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I pull my phone out of my pocket and jump up off the bed when Enzo tries to reach for it.

“Doc, don’t!”

“Too late,” I reply, focusing on the message I’m typing out.

“Fucking tattletale.”

“Più problemi di quanto vali,” I mutter under my breath.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to talk to me like that,” Enzo bitches.

I give him a withering look, but I’m distracted by my phone vibrating. Looking at the screen, I can’t contain the evil smile curling at my lips.

DOC

You need to come put the fear of God into Enzo. He’s being…difficult.

THE BOSS

How bad?

DOC

He’s refusing to see Benji.

THE BOSS

I’ll be there tomorrow.

Meeting Enzo’s glower, I smirk. “You’re in trouble,” I sing-song.

“Fuckyou,” he spits. “I want to go home.”

“Too bad. The Boss is coming to check up on you tomorrow, I’m sure he’ll agree you can’t be trusted on your own.”

“You fucking asshole,” he growls. “You can’t run to him every time you don’t get your way, you prick.”

I wiggle my phone as proof as I say, “And yet…”

“I hate you.”

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