“She was throwing up, Enzo. She’s miserable with your aunt.”
“Stop it,” he growls. “You are not going to spin this around and act like you did a good thing by taking my sister somewhere she could have been hurt. You fucked up, Kira.”
“By going out to Central Park? I did nothing wrong. Me and your sister are not prisoners.”
“You live within this mafia world. You know how dangerous it can be. You know how dangerous I can be. If someone had gotten their hands on Gianna…”
“She’s safe.”
“If someone had gotten their hands on you, I –,” he stops.
My heart skips a beat. Enzo almost looks like he’s concerned for me but that’s absurd. He can’t care for me. Not when he’s such an asshole.
“What?” I ask in a softer tone.
“Nothing. Now, we’re going back home and you’re not going to cause more problems for me.”
“Enzo, I did nothing wrong. You have to see that.”
“I see that you’re trouble. And I thought I could change you after we got married. I thought you’d be a fun challenge. Now I’m regretting my decision.”
He turns away from me with utter disappointment written on his face. I hate how much it stings.
I hate that I care at all.
Chapter Eleven
Kira
Days go by and Enzo keeps his distance from me. He’s icing me out, I realize after I try to talk with him and he only ignores me. It’s petty and annoying but what else can I expect from my controlling, asshole husband?
The only problem is: it makes me go stir-crazy. Enzo isn’t letting me leave the house ‘for my protection’ as he claims but I think it’s just to punish me for ‘stealing’ his sister away, when I was only trying to help her.
I can’t take it a moment longer.
When Enzo leaves for work, I know I have to get out of here. Fortunately, he doesn’t keep me locked away in the upstairs room but I do have to contend with his guards at every corner of the house, making it impossible to sneak away.
So I decide to say, ‘fuck it’ and just go.
I grab a pair of car keys hanging on a hook by the front door and go into the garage – which is filled with five cars, all of them more expensive than some peoples’ houses.
I get into the Ferrari, open the garage door, and drive out before the guards can stop me. They’ll call Enzo and he’ll be upset but I don’t care. I did nothing wrong with Gianna. I shouldn’t be punished for it and I’m not going to live my life controlled by Enzo.
It doesn’t matter that he touched me and showed me pleasure in ways I’ve never felt before. It doesn’t matter that I want to desperately kiss him again. It doesn’t matter that I also want to slap him for everything he’s done to my family.
I just want to be free.
I don’t bring my phone with me since Enzo can track it. Though knowing him, he probably has a tracker on every one of his cars, so I’ll need to ditch this one soon.
I decide to go back to Central Park just to prove my point: that it’s safe here in the middle of the day. That Enzo was overreacting and crazy.
I leave the car parked far enough away before I head into the park. The sun is shining and the air smells crisp. It’s a perfect day.
After spending some time walking around – going to the zoo and going to the Belvedere Castle – I find myself on a quiet path in the thick of the park. There’s no one else around.
It’s then that I feel eyes on me.
Turning around, I come face to face with… Matteo.