Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
My breath catches in my throat when Enzo grabs a piece of broken wood and stakes Kirill in the chest like he’s some vampire.
God.
Kirill’s body goes slack, and finally, Enzo releases him, and he crumples to the concrete floor.
Enzo has never looked more badass, his chest heaving and blood smeared at the corner of his mouth, his hands curled into fists like every part of him wants to keep going until there’s not a single trace left of Kirill.
Then his head turns, and his eyes find mine.
The violence on his face is something I’ll never forget as long as I live.
I push through the dizziness and pain as I pull myself into a sitting position, and when Enzo runs toward me, I can’t keep a sob from bursting over my lips.
He drops to his knees beside me and hauls me against his chest, his arms forming steel bands of protection around me.
“Oh God,” I sob, and getting to take a breath of his familiar scent, I break into a thousand pieces.
I no longer have to be strong. Enzo is here.
“Rosie,” he groans, the single word filled with so much pain it makes my tears stream faster from my stinging eyes. “Christ. I have you back.”
When he moves and hooks his arms beneath me, I’m hit with such a wave of dizziness that my vision goes black again.
“Enzo,” I whisper while weakly placing my palm against his chest before I lose the meager strength I have left and my arm falls down my side.
“We’re getting out of here, bella mia. Talk to me.”
“Dizzy,” I mumble.
I feel how Enzo moves, then I hear Rodian shout, “There is fire and smoke. Let’s get out of here!”
“Tim,” I groan, trying to lift my head.
“I have the boy,” Rodian snaps.
A blast rips through the air, and Enzo moves incredibly fast, my body jerking everytime his boots hit the ground. My head knocks against his shoulder, and everything goes dark.
Chapter 20
Enzo
My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since the attack started.
Sitting beside Rosie, where she’s lying on a bed in the private jet, I’m unable to tear my eyes away from her face.
Fuck, she’s lost so much weight.
I hate the dark circles under her eyes and how pale she is.
Dr. Milazzo, who we brought along in case any of us needed medical care after the attack, has Rosie hooked up to an IV. He said he’ll do a complete check on her once we’re home, which will be soon.
I hear movement behind me, but I keep staring at Rosie.
“Is she still asleep?” Adriano asks.
“Yeah.”
“How are you holding up?”
“Fine.”
He squeezes my shoulder before leaving the cabin to return to his seat up front.
For the hundredth time since I got us out of the fucking place of horrors, my eyes scan over Rosie.
I hate the plain jeans and dirty shirt she has on. I’ve wiped her arms, hands, and feet clean, but wish I could get her in a shower and into comfortable clothes.
Soon.
Once again, I brush my palm over the side of her face, and leaning forward, I kiss her forehead.
And once a-fucking-gain, she smells wrong.
She’s supposed to smell like vanilla and caramel.
I need to get the bodywash she loves.
And clothes.
And all the fucking candy her heart desires.
Just as I pull back, Rosie makes a whimpering sound while turning onto her side.
I brace my forearm near her face as I lean down again, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m here. You’re safe, bella mia. We’re all here.”
Another tidal wave of emotion moves through my chest.
The corner of her mouth quivers, and I kiss it.
Is she having a nightmare? Should I wake her?
“Enzo,” she mumbles before her breathing speeds up drastically, then she lets out a soft, hopeless-sounding sob.
I rub my other hand up and down her back. “Wake up, Rosie.”
It takes several seconds before her lashes lift, but she looks out of it for a little longer before her red-rimmed eyes widen on me.
Christ, I’ve never seen her eyes so bloodshot before.
Giving her a tender smile, I murmur, “Hey, bella mia.” I brush my fingertips over her face. “Keep your eyes closed.”
She shakes her head and grips hold of my elbow. When she tries to pull herself up, I lean even closer, practically lying down on her. I pepper the side of her face with kisses.
“You’re here,” she gasps. “You’re really here!”
“I’m here.”
“Enzo.” My name shudders over her lips as she breaks down.
I pull a little back and gently wipe her tears away as they fall.
Rosie’s always the one who’s upbeat and teasing the fuck out of people, and seeing her cry is like having someone take a sledgehammer to my heart.
“We’re almost home,” I tell her, thinking the news will help make her feel better. “Your parents are going to love on you like crazy, so brace yourself for a ton of hugs and kisses.”