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I’d be stupid not to seriously consider it.
I grip the door, schooling my face. As frustrated as I am, the ultimate fault for this situation lies with my father. I don’t make a habit of scaring the innocent. At least not without good reason.
I’m sure whatever grave sin they’ve committed to end up here today, this will serve as more than fair punishment.
“Hi,” I say, opening the door. “I’m Nico. It’s nice to meet you.”
My eyes flick over the two women and all my expectations slip away. The older one pulls me into an awkward hug. I try to return it, but my body is stiff. I can’t take my eyes off the girl who stands beside her.
My Angel.
What the fuck is happening right now?
7
Christina
No. Absolutely not. This is not happening.
I think I might pass out. I can’t breathe. The only thing anchoring me to reality is my mother’s hand pressing against the small of my back, keeping me present, urging me forward.
My feet refuse to move.
This has to be a bad dream.
“Christina,” her voice fades in and out. I can’t hear what she says next over the sound of blood rushing to my head.
Just close your eyes and count to ten. This isn’t real. It can’t be.
I blink several times, hoping to wipe away the scene in front of me, but the tall, handsome man doesn’t fade away. He’s staring at me like he’s seen a ghost.
Shit.
My thoughts turn back to that night, and I feel my face flush.
That night in the club was one of the greatest nights in my entire life. I could barely stand afterward, my legs and mind shaky. But Nico and Enzo took care of me, just like they promised.
They found Julia for me, and even got us a car home. Perfect gentlemen.
Who ate me out and made me come while screaming in a back room….
When I got home, I realized Nico had saved his number in my phone. I’ve contemplated texting him a hundred times, but no matter how many times my finger lingered over his name, I never pressed it. Never took him up on his offer to take me out. I didn’t want to ruin something that had become so… perfect.
That night has become something of a favorite memory. Best tucked away, private. Forgotten.
Until now.
“Here, let me help take her upstairs. She looks like she could use some quiet,” someone else offers. It’s his deep, soothing voice that draws me back in. “I’ll make sure she’s all right.”
Enzo. He’s here too. Oh, my god.
I blink, desperately hoping that I’ve imagined it all, and whoever those words belong to is someone that I’ve never met, let alone had sex with.
Think, Christina. Get a grip on yourself.
But, when I open my eyes, the world before me swirls hot. My knees shake and my legs give out.
Strong arms wrap around my body. A familiar smell of smoke and bourbon comforts me before I remember that it shouldn’t.
