Page 47 of Corrupted By the Capo

“You won’t,” he said.

I didn’t know what it said about me that I didn’t feel bad about that.

But I couldn’t muster an ounce of sympathy for Fabiano.

Instead, I stared at Enzo, my mind whirling with a thousand questions before I settled on one.

“If I ask you a question, will you be honest with me?" I said.

“Yes,” he responded.

Despite everything, as stupid as it made me, I believed him. God help me, I believed him. “You should have killed me that night, shouldn’t you?"

“Yeah,” he said.

I arched a brow. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because…” He trailed off, and I shook my head.

“Remember, Enzo, honest.”

“I will. I’m just trying to think of the best way to say it.”

“Don’t think of the best way to say it,” I said. “Just say it.”

My voice was sharper than I intended, and I hated that my emotions took me over. Felt those stupid tears that I could barely control burning at the corners of my eyes. I prayed I could keep them from falling, but I wouldn’t put money on it.

“The truth is I saw you and Hope that night. Two innocent people just out having a good time. You didn’t deserve to die.”

“We didn’t deserve to die?” I whispered.

“You didn’t. And I know that shouldn’t have mattered, but I couldn’t make myself do it. So I took the only other option I could,” he said.

“Would you ever have told me that you’d drugged me?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Nico said I should,” he said.

“I heard him,” I said.

“Yeah. I figured.”

“But you still might have kept it to yourself,” I said.

He nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Well, at least that’s the truth,” I said.

“It is.”

He looked at me, his expression fierce, intense.

“Molly, if you want someone to be perfect, that’s not me,” he said.

“Don’t I know it?” I said.

He gave me a small smile, but then turned serious. As serious as I had ever seen him.

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