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“I know, but they’re going to have to accept it. And, honestly, I sided with Miceli. Rocco kidnapped Alessia. He brought all that onto himself. He’s responsible for his own demise, not Miceli.”
“Try telling Romeo and Tommaso that,” she says darkly. “They blame Miceli.”
“Of course, they do. They thought the sun shone out of Rocco’s ass. They were his minions and now that he’s gone, they’re lost.”
“They want revenge, you know,” she tells me.
“Revenge on Miceli?”
“Revenge on the entire Rossi family.”
“Well, they better not lift a finger against Enzo or any of his brothers. Or, his sister. I will get them kicked out of the Five Families Alliance so fast, their heads will spin.”
“They think they’re untouchable,” she informs me.
“I know and that’s half the problem. But, they aren’t. The other families will listen to me and the Rossi’s. If my cousins are stupid enough to go after Enzo again, I’ll make sure they pay for it.”
“I hate that that happened. I feel awful. Was Enzo hurt too badly?”
“Angelo, his younger brother, showed up at the exact right moment and helped him. But, it wasn’t a fair fight, Lili. Two against one? I don’t know who they think they are, but they need to stop.”
“Can I ask you something?” Lili eyes me closely. “How do you feel about Enzo?”
What a loaded question. I feel so many things. But, what I feel most can’t be denied any longer. I’m no longer just falling for Enzo Rossi. I think I passed that point the moment he insisted I leave work early and drove me home. He took care of me when he thought I was sick and was genuinely concerned. That’s when I knew.
“I’m in love with him,” I whisper. Lili’s eyes get even bigger even though I’m not sure how that’s possible. “Which means I love our baby and I will do anything to protect them both.”
18
ENZO
After Gabriella and I parted ways, I headed back home to kill some time before I return with the soup and crackers I promised. Tonight, I plan to make sure she rests and takes care of herself. She seems tired and a little rundown which bothers me. I hope it’s nothing serious, but when it comes to Gabriella, I can’t help but worry and want to make sure she’s happy and healthy.
She hurried me out and said she had an appointment. For a moment, I contemplated following her because it was clearly a last-minute meeting since she normally would’ve been working. But, I told myself it isn’t my business and to giver her privacy. I can always ask her tonight and I don’t see why she’d keep it a secret.
Everything Gabriella does concerns and interests me. Maybe it shouldn’t, maybe I’m jumping the gun here. I don’t know. Walking over to the large kitchen in my loft, I pull out a beer, crack it open and take a long swig. And then my musings start.
Dropping onto the couch, it occurs to me that I’ve barely known Gabriella for a couple of months and I’m so head over heels for her, it’s scary. She might not know it yet, but she has me wrapped around her little finger. I realized how I feel about her when I decided she was more important than Holloway Corp. I’ve never allowed a relationship with a woman to triumph over business.
Even though this is all new to me, it feels right. And it’s so damn refreshing to be able to leave work and go home to a flesh and blood woman. Okay, so maybe I’m putting the cart before the horse, but that’s my next goal. I want Bri to move in with me and I want to give this thing between us a shot. I want that amazing, gorgeous, intelligent, sassy woman to be my woman. My girlfriend, my lover, my other half—obviously better half—and whatever other title anyone wants to use. Hell, I want her to be my best friend.
I’m making her mine. Of course, she doesn’t know it yet, but that’s my plan.
I lift my feet up and drop them on the coffee table, crossing my ankles. A part of me is freaking out and nervous as hell. What if she isn’t on the same page? I’d like to think I could shrug my shoulders and move on, but this is Gabriella Bianche, not some random woman I briefly dated. If she turns me down, I’m going to be crushed.
“She’s not going to turn you down,” I tell myself and take another sip. “She can’t.”
Well, if she runs, I could always pull a move from Miceli’s playbook. He practically kidnapped Alessia, took her back to his place and then had a priest there the next morning to marry them. All for her protection, he said. Uh-huh, yeah, sure.
I’m not sure that would work, though. Bri is too fierce and smart. Not saying Alessia isn’t, but my Gabriella is so damn headstrong. She won’t be forced into doing anything she doesn’t want to do.
However, I could always persuade her with some orgasms. God knows, she likes those. The idea of me being the only one who’s had his mouth on her sweet pussy makes me damn happy. Dropping my head back, I groan, remembering how wet she was against my lips and tongue. She tasted divine and I can’t wait to devour her again. Before I know it, I’m uncomfortably hard.
Sitting up, I adjust myself and set the empty beer bottle on the coffee table. It’s already after four, so I decide to change into something more comfortable then head over to her place early. I’ll grab some soup on the way from the cafe down the street. They have a really good vegetable soup which comes with a chunk of warm, homemade bread. I’ll also stop and pick her up a box of Saltine crackers and more water with electrolytes to keep her hydrated.
Stripping out of my suit, I find a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt and put them on. Then I pack an overnight bag because I don’t plan on leaving her alone tonight. I’m going to make sure she’s well taken care of and I’m going to fuss over her until she probably gets annoyed with me. But, hey, if she isn’t taking care of her health, then somebody has to.
Thinking back over our conversation earlier, she wasn’t exactly thrilled that I bowed out of the acquisition. Probably because the competitor in her strives to win, at all costs. I understand that better than anyone. So, imagine my own surprise when I told Doug I was no longer interested. I’ve always chosen work and making money as the most important things in my life, second only to my family.
