It’s been a long fucking day.
Chaos has been at the forefront of my mind all day after I was given the information by my new friend. When Robyn first told me about the incident with that little fucker—who I now know was called Troy—I had hoped that her brother simply owed him a debt and he was there to collect it for himself.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Instead, my girl’s brother has gotten her mixed up with a gang that’s slowly growing its numbers daily.
I spent hours torturing that asshole, bringing him to the brink of death before pulling away and starting all over again. He lasted longer than I thought he would, but the pain he felt still doesn’t feel like enough for what he did to Robyn.
After I showered and left the warehouse, I made a few calls to find out what I could about the Blue Vipers, and it turns out that they’re the assholes who were planning on helping Antonio Bianchi—Izzy’s father—move into the skin trade here in New York.
Turns out what started as a small street gang is slowly growing and taking over different territories around the city.
My father has been keeping an eye on them, and Alec is also looking into them because of their involvement in human trafficking since he’s on some vigilante mission to eradicate all of those sick fucks in the world who like to buy and sell human beings.
I don’t keep up to date much on the family business. They like to keep me on hand for when they want me to fuck shit up, but other than that I just kind of exist without really knowing what the fuck is going on.
But they won’t have a choice but to involve me in it now, because now it’s fucking personal.
I step into the apartment and am immediately met by the barrel of a gun pressed to my head which causes me to smirk.
“What a welcome home,” I say sarcastically, as Marco pulls the gun away from me, tucking it back into his waistband.
“Your girl has someone after her, I’m in a shoot first, ask questions later mindset. Could’ve at least given me a heads up that you were on your way,” he mutters.
“Like to keep you on your toes, brother,” I say with a grin before peering around the apartment and frowning when Robyn is nowhere in sight.
“She said she was going to bed about fifteen minutes ago,” Marco says before I start beating the shit out of him for letting her out of his sight.
“She okay?” I ask, concern clear in my voice since I don’t think she usually goes to sleep this early.
“Yeah. Though she is scared of me,” he says with a rare hint of humor.
“How the fuck is that funny?” I bark.
“It’s funny because when I asked her about it, she openly told me that I scare her, but apparently you don’t. You make her feel safe and protected,” he says with a smirk before stepping around me and slipping out of the door.
I close and lock the door behind him while his words repeat on a loop inside my head.
I make her feel safe and protected.
She’s not scared of me.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s not family who hasn’t been scared of me.
Deciding to check on her, I make my way to her room and gently knock on the door. When she doesn’t answer, I press my ear to the door, hoping to hear her at least moving around.
I start to panic when I don’t hear anything and crack the door open, only to find the room empty.
My nerves skyrocket as I call out her name, but soon settle once I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
She’s just in the shower.
She’s safe.
She hasn’t run from me.
She hasn’t been taken.
I repeat the phrases in my head and take a seat on the bed as I wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I don’t have long to wait, after a few minutes the bathroom door opens and out walks Robyn, in nothing but a towel.
Holy fuck.
Her dark hair is dripping wet and hangs down her back and shoulders. The small towel barely covers her body, and I can see water dripping from her hair onto her cleavage which gives me the sudden urge to walk over to her and lick the water from her body.
Fucking get it together, man.
She’s looking down at her feet, and I need to announce my presence before she goes ahead and drops that towel with me here, because then I really won’t be able to control myself.
This girl is fucking gorgeous, and just the sight of her wet from the shower with her legs on display has me hard as steel.
I clear my throat and her head snaps up. Her eyes meet mine and I mustn’t be doing very well at hiding the raging lust I’m feeling right now because her cheeks turn bright pink and she opens and closes her mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn adorable.
After a few more seconds of silence, since I can’t for the fucking life of me figure out how to speak, she seems to gather herself and murmurs, “You’re here.”
“I’m here, angel,” I say, my voice is gruff, and I clear my throat before continuing, “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
I stand and leave the room before I do something that I can’t take back. I can’t be trusted around her when the only thing separating me from that sexy as hell body of hers is a towel that would take less than two seconds to remove.
She doesn’t take long to get dressed, and she appears in the kitchen wearing leggings and an oversized hoodie.
A hoodie that looks like it does not belong on her small frame.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I bark.
Her brows wrinkle in confusion, and I’m not pissed enough to not note how fucking cute it is.
“A hoodie and leggings?”
“Whose hoodie, angel?”
Her eyes widen comically before she swallows.
“Huh?” she says and licks her lips nervously. The action sends a bold of red-hot lust straight to my cock, but I try my best to ignore my raging hard on as I stare at her.
She runs a hand down her face while sighing.
“It’s my college boyfriends, okay? I haven’t seen him in years, but it’s comfy so I still wear it.”
“Nope, not fucking okay,” I mutter before reaching for my hoodie at the back of my head, pulling it over my head and strolling towards her.
I grab the bottom of the hoodie she’s wearing and rip it off in one swift notion.
“Enzo!” Her voice is nothing but a ringing in my ears as I look down at her. I didn’t think for a fucking second that she wouldn’t be wearing anything underneath it.
Fuck me.
Her skin looks so fucking creamy and smooth, her peaked nipples begging me to wrap my lips around them, scrape them a little with my teeth, maybe—
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to get it together.
“Sorry,” I murmur and pull my hoodie over her head, shielding her body from me.
I back away from her and take a seat at the kitchen island as she stares as me with wild eyes. I can’t tell if she’s just shocked or pissed, but I really need her to fucking say something right now to distract myself from all the blood that’s rushed to my cock in the last few minutes.
She shuffles where she’s standing for a moment before taking a seat opposite me.
“How was… your night? Your day? I don’t know what to say right now,” she says nervously as she avoids eye contact with me. That’s the worst thing she could do, I need to see her eyes so I can gauge her mood.
“Look at me, angel,” I say softly, and her eyes meet mine. She looks nervous, a little curious but not mad. Thank fuck for that, I don’t know what the hell I would do if my angel was mad at me. I’m used to having people’s anger directed at me, but hers? I wouldn’t be able to take it.
If she was angry at me, she’d also be hurt—that’s just who she is—and if I hurt her? Well then, I’d just have to fucking punch myself.
“Let’s forget about what just happened, okay? I need to tell you about what I found out.”
“Okay,” she says softly, like the fucking sweetheart she is. “Tell me.’
