Enzo is at the bar, mulling over paperwork.
I slam the wedding magazine down onto his pile, forcing him to look at me. “Why should I have to plan this all myself when I don’t want this marriage?”
He picks the magazine up and sets it down on the bar without showing any emotion. It’s infuriating. “Because you’re a woman and I’m a man. That’s how this is done.”
“Well it’s stupid and sexist and I won’t plan a wedding I don’t want.”
“I agreed to peace with your family. You should be happy.”
“Happy to marry a man who clearly doesn’t know what he wants? You want to marry me and then you don’t and then you do. What is it? Why did you change your mind?”
Enzo looks into my eyes with a steady gaze that is hard for me to hold. He has an intensity I’ve never dealt with in a man before. “I thought you were reckless wild woman, and while I still think that, I saw a different side of you last night. When that man tried to hurt you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You looked scared.”
I wait for more but when he doesn’t give it, I scoff. “That’s why you want to marry me now? Because I looked scared? What kind of man are you?”
“The one that doesn’t appreciate insults so I suggest you stop doing it.”
“Yet, you have no problem insulting me. You think I’m a slut.”
“I never called you a slut.”
“No, but you thought it. You implied it. Because I like to go out and drink and dance.”
“I like a docile woman for a wife, I’ll admit.”
“But I’m not docile.”
His eyes flick over my body in a way that makes me want to blush. “Clearly not.”
“I am no whore but I can be if you want me to be.”
“What are you talking about?”
I motion at the bartender, who comes over warily. “Hey,” I say to him, batting my eyes. “Give me a drink.”
“Don’t give her anything,” Enzo says in a hard tone.
I run my hand over the bartender’s arm. “You’re handsome. I’ll let you kiss me if you give me a drink.”
“Allen, go,” Enzo says. “Don’t entertain her.”
Allen pulls away from me without a word. I pout. That did not go how I wanted it to.
“What game are you playing?” Enzo asks me.
“What game areyouplaying?”
“I agreed to make peace. I did my part. Now you do yours.” He pushes the bridal magazine towards me. “And don’t flirt with other men. If you do that when we’re married, I’ll have to kill any man you do that with.”
My stomach drops to my feet. “Are you… serious?”
He looks me dead in the eyes as he answers. “I am serious. I am not a man to be messed with, Kira. You’re trouble. But I don’t think that’s all you are. Which is why I agreed to marry you again. But don’t make me regret it.”
“That’s exactly what I want to do.”