“No. This is because you’re insane and you jumped from a second-story window.”
“Because you locked me up!”
He tightens his arms around me. “I am going to get your ankle looked at. Now, stop being annoying.” Enzo takes me to his car and surprisingly sets me inside in a gentle manner.
I want to ask Enzo why he looks worried for me when he can’t stand me but the words get caught in my throat. But for some reason, his concern makes me want to smile.
Chapter Eight
Kira
Ireturn home with crutches and a bandaged ankle.
“Don’t glare at me,” Enzo says as I make my way to the couch. “You’re the one who jumped from a second story window.”
“Actually, I jumped to the tree outside the window and climbed down and that’s when I fell and hurt my ankle. So you’re wrong. And if I need to remind you… you locked me in that room.” I plop onto the couch and place my foot on the coffee table.
“Off,” he commands.
“The doctor said I need to elevate my foot.”
“It’s not broken. The doctor said your foot will be better within a week.”
“But only if I elevate it. So…” I motion at my foot on the coffee table. “If you don’t like it, then take it up with my doctor.”
Enzo grumbles under his breath.
“What was that?” I ask sweetly.
“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”
“Need I remind you that you agreed to marry me. So who’s fault is this really?”
Without another comment, he takes my foot – gently I notice – and props it onto a pillow on the couch rather than his precious coffee table. “There. It’s elevated. Now keep it there.”
“For someone who doesn’t like me, you sure are taking care of me.”
“Only because if your brother and father find out about your ankle, there’s a good chance they’ll come after me and then I’ll have to kill them and it would lead us all back into a war that none of us want.”
I shiver. The memory of seeing my brother in the hospital after he got shot – by Enzo – still lives in my mind. Enzo is capable of hurting my family if he wanted to. But my father and brother would be able to kill him if they wanted to. It would get me out of this marriage. But it would also put me and my family in danger from the rest of the mafia.
I’m stuck with Enzo whether I like it or not.
“You don’t have to lock me in a room,” I say. “I won’t run. I mean, I literally can’t at the moment.”
He towers over me with his arms crossed. It makes me want to slap him again. “How do I know you won’t run when your ankle is better?”
“Because I don’t want my family to be hurt. And neither do you. I’ve accepted my fate. You don’t need to lock me away.”
For just a moment, Enzo’s eyes soften and he opens his mouth to speak… when the doorbell rings. His features close down. Damn it. I want to know what he was going to say but he turns away from me to get the door.
He comes back a moment later with Francesca and Gianna. Great. Just what I need. More judgement from my bitchy aunt-in-law.
Francesca’s eyes swipe over me. “What’s this? Why is she propped on the couch like an animal? That’s not the proper way to sit,” she snaps at me.
“I hurt my ankle,” I snap back. “I need to elevate it. Get over yourself.”
She huffs. “Your wife is rude and obnoxious, Enzo. You never should have married her. A lot of the men in the mafia are not happy you made a deal with the Bratva.”