Page 110 of SINS & Riley
Kennedy lifts her hand, waving to someone across the courtyard. I follow her line of sight.
Enzo stands there, silent, watching. Not the mafia king who rules the underworld with an iron-knuckled fist.
But a husband.
A father-to-be.
His stance isn’t arrogant—it’s almost hesitant. His gaze locks so wholly on Kennedy, it’s like she’s the only thing tethering him to this earth.
And like he’d fuck her into next week if I weren’t here.
Kennedy catches me looking.
Her voice dips low. “There’s something I wanted to ask you. I know you have a place not too far from here, but we’d love it if you could stay. At least as long as you’re in Tuscany.”
“We?” I bite down on the worry. “You and Enzo?”
She nods. “But if you don’t want to see him, you don’t have to. He respects that you’re my sister, and if you want him gone while you’re here, he’ll leave.”
He would leave Kennedy? From everything she’s told me, the man is obsessed with her—the woman carrying his child. And yet he’s willing to walk away. Just like that.
“He would do that for you?”
She shakes her head. “No, Riles. He’ll do that for you.”
“Why?”
“Because there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t talked about you. Worried about you. Wished you were here with me. And he lost his brother this year. He would give anything to have one more moment with him. He doesn’t want me carrying the same regrets.”
The tenderness of it nearly undoes me.
It hammers home the cold, hard truth: we both lost Dante.
And Enzo doesn’t even know the most precious piece of his brother is right here.
Living inside me.
I rub Truffles’ ear, my thoughts tangling hard. I don’t know if I’ll ever have it in me to forgive Enzo D’Angelo.
We’re nowhere close. Lightyears from it, actually.
But he’s the man Kennedy loves.
The father-to-be of her child.
And if I spend the rest of my life hating him, all it will do is drive a deeper wedge between me and my sister.
So the real question is this:
As much as I hate Enzo D’Angelo…
Do I love Kennedy more?
The thought pulls me sideways—to Zver.
What did it take for him to buy me, cage me for months, and not touch me?
Well, not at first anyway.
