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“So when are we making this?” Lux asks.
“Oh, we should have a girls night and we can make them then!” Izzy exclaims.
“Hey, wait a second. You guys are already trying to steal my girl away from me?” Enzo says, throwing a possessive arm around my shoulders.
“Amalia’s been stuck with you for the past couple months. I’m pretty sure she needs a break,” Liana says.
“Yeah, Enzo. She needs some girl time. Don’t be so selfish,” Izzy adds.
“Selfish? She?—”
“Would love to have a girls night and make obleas,” I interrupt.
I’ve never had a girls night before, but the thought brings a smile to my face.
Enzo looks at me and I smile brightly at him. “It was only a matter of time before I knew I’d be forced to share you,” he mumbles so only I can hear.
“You might have to share me, but I’ll always come back to you.”
After dinner we all gather on the back deck to enjoy the surprisingly nice spring night. Izzy and Liana are telling us about their plans for their bridal line and how they’re planning on taking on an intern from Centennial University to help with their growth when Enzo lowers his lips to my ear.
“You ready to get out of here?” he asks.
I look over at him and there’s a dark haze that’s taken over his eyes. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I say.
He looks deep into my eyes and brushes a loose strand behind my ear. “You know … I’m ready for that promise you made to me earlier.” The sexy headiness in his voice is already getting me excited.
“Oh, yeah? I think you might have to remind me what that promise was,” I say, biting my lower lip.
Enzo jumps up from his seat on the couch, pulling me up with him. “Well, dinner was delicious, company was great, but we gotta get going.”
“We all just got out here, though,” Izzy says, but Nicco places a hand on her thigh and gives her a look as if he’s trying to silently tell her something.
“What? …Oh,” she says, her eyes widening in horror as if she just realized why Enzo is suddenly in a rush to leave. “I shouldn’t have said anything because now I’m just grossed out,” she says, taking a sip of her wine.
After we all say our goodbyes, we get in Enzo’s car and head back home.
Home.
I still can’t believe my home is here in New York City with Enzo, and I can’t believe how happy it makes me. For the first time, I’m beginning to think this life is exactly the one I was meant to live.
“What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours?” Enzo asks, taking my hand in his.
“Just thinking about how much has changed and how happy I am. I was a little worried going into dinner tonight because I wasn’t sure how accepting your family was going to be of me since we started off on the wrong foot. But everyone was so great and they really made me feel like I was one of them.”
Enzo gives my hand a light squeeze. “That’s because you are, baby. My family would go through the depths of hell for each other. You’re no different. You’re one of us now. Always remember that.”
Leaning over, I give Enzo a kiss on the cheek, then peer back out the window, watching the passing lights as we head back home. Finally feeling like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in life, and I couldn’t be any happier.
38
VINCENZO
The moment we step foot inside the private penthouse elevator, my lips are on Amalia’s as I push her up against the mirrored wall.
“I’m done sharing you,” I growl against her. “You're mine for the rest of the night.”
“I’m yours for the rest of our lives.”
