Page 34 of Corrupted By the Capo

I found myself venturing toward the sound, eager to see him.

As I got closer, I made out the voices.

Enzo’s.

Then Nico’s.

I heard a laugh, one that reminded me of Enzo—the sound he made when he told one of his stupid jokes and tried to get me to laugh at it.

“You need to be honest,” Nico said.

“Honest?” Enzo responded.

“Yes. You care about her?” Nico said.

I froze. I shouldn’t eavesdrop on anyone’s conversation, let alone Nico and Enzo. But I knew in my bones they were talking about me.

Yet, even though I told my feet to move, they were rooted in the spot.

“Yeah. Tell her now. You said she told you she felt like she knew you from before,” Nico said.

“Ah, but that’s nothing,” Enzo said.

“You need to tell her,” Nico said.

“So how do you expect this will go? I’ll say, ‘Hey, Molly, I love you. Also, you don’t remember this, but the very first night I saw you—one that you’ve forgotten—I drugged you?’”

He loved me.

He had drugged me.

I was disoriented, my mind trying to process what he had said.

I let my mind spin as I thought of it.

I remember waking up after a night out with Hope feeling a little sick to my stomach, and chalking it up to too much champagne.

He had drugged me…

I looked at the heavy wooden door.

Stupid…

That was the only word that rang through my mind. To think that I thought I loved him.

How stupid.

I looked at the door, then turned. My feet moved now without thought.

I didn’t stop—not even when the guard looked at me like he was ready to tackle me.

I didn’t give him a chance. I didn’t even say good-bye to Hope.

I just needed to be away from here.

Away fromhim.

I stepped out of the restaurant and kept going, moving as fast as my feet would carry me.

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