the pure terror that filled me as I clutched my chest and spun to face Enzo with red cheeks from my own humiliation.
Not that I'd been caught.
That I'd sounded like such a fucking girl.
He stood frozen solid, staring at me with oddly blank eyes. With my heart in my throat, I pushed through my discomfort because of the sudden change in his behavior. "What in the name of dick is wrong with you?! You scared the hell out of me!" I hissed, picking up my bag of disturbed clothes with a dejected sigh. He shook his head with a sudden snap, his face filling with animation once again as he opened his mouth.
"I'm a lot of things, Baby Girl. But I ain't stupid. March your ass back to bed or I can carry you there and tie you to it," he ordered, leaning against the kitchen counter like the freaking sexy ass Neanderthal he was, clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thickly corded thigh muscles. I swallowed down my nerves and budding arousal.
He had broad shoulders, and with his arms crossed over his diaphragm, the faintest trace of abs peeked out below them. The word “Ride” stretched up the underside of his right bicep. The word “Die” served as an echo on the left. On each of his pectoral muscles, a black crow with tribal details faced his sternum with the letters “O” and “R” framed in negative space inside them. A smattering of smaller crows displayed over his ribcage and abs. He wasn't ripped, wasn't incredibly defined with his muscle mass. But he was massive, with a sort of real-world strength, and the light shadow of hair below his belly button and at the top of his pecs was uniquely him.
Pure Lorenzo Vescovi.
"Well, that got kinky real fast," I teased, twisting my lips up into a pout as I hefted the bag on my shoulder. Standing across from him, with his body on display and looking sinfully irresistible, felt oddly intimate.
I'd been naked with men before. I was no virgin.
But none of them were Enzo.
"I'm dying to know how you taste when you come on my tongue, Carina. Say the word, and I will find out." He grinned, his challenge issued. The man didn't know me, aside from the rumors he might have heard from our shared friends, but seemingly what they’d said had been enough for him to know just what the challenge would do to me. If the arrogant smirk on his face was anything to go by, at any rate.
I stomped my foot and turned on my heel, marching my ass back to bed while he roared with laughter behind me.
"Prick!" I yelled, tossing a middle-fingered salute over my shoulder as I trudged up the stairs to sleep.
I'd stab him in the morning.
10
Enzo
I came awake quickly, snapping off the bed and to my feet in a fluid motion. The alarm hadn't sounded. My systems hadn't alerted me to movement in the living room, but given what I knew of Sadie from the way the others talked about her, I wasn't willing to linger in bed.
The house was silent as I crept out of my master bedroom on the main floor and deactivated the motion sensors in the main room when I entered. It didn't appear the little escape artist had tried a second time, and I hoped that exhaustion had finally gotten the best of her. Considering it had been nearly three in the morning when she tried to sneak out my front door, I suspected as much. Even a woman as tough as her needed some beauty sleep.
I climbed the stairs quickly, pushing the door to her bedroom open. Sprawled on the bed, she'd tossed the blanket to the floor in her sleep, so nothing covered her except for a thin white sheet caught around her waist. Having stripped out of the pants and jacket I'd forced on her when we left her place, there was very little fabric obstructing my view of her as she slept.
Sleep shorts shoved up to the tops of her thighs, her crop top tight enough that it thankfully hadn't budged in her sleep. Judging by the bra folded carefully on top of the clothes in her bag, I'd have gotten quite the eyeful.
The contents of the bag stood out, neatly folded with all the corners pressed tightly. They hadn't been that way when I’d shoved clothes into the bag the night before,