Page 59 of The Silent Night Stalker
Yes, he gets it.
Enzo finishes with the pissing on my back. And before I can sit up, he squats behind me, sinking his finger in and out of my hole as if to push his piss into me.
“Yeah, I fucking like this.”
When he finishes playing with me, he fully bathes me like the last time, making sure everything is squeaky clean.
I can’t take my eyes off him as those ever-familiar emotions fill me. The ones I’d never had until I met my angel. The ones that nearly doubled me over right before we had sex tonight. Now they take over, and my eyes water.
As always, he notices. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I-I’m just so happy. It’s… hard to process.”
His frown deepens, and he pulls me into a tight hug. “You deserve happiness, Con. Always.”
I claw at his back to keep from finally losing it. It’s stupid because I’d rather smile, not cry. I want to laugh, not be upset.
“Thank you” is all I can say. It’s completely inadequate. Enzo needs more than a simple thank you, but my words are heartfelt. Still, I tack on my ‘I love you’ at the end of it.
Chapter 22
Enzo
It’sstilldarkoutsidewhen I put the T-shirt over my head and tug it down, but the sun will be up soon. It was hard to get out of bed without Constantine noticing, since he likes to sleep literally on top of me. But we had a long evening from the sex, so he’s out like a light.
I squat down and rest my chin on the bed to watch him sleep. In the blink of an eye, he’s become precious to me. Maybe if he hadn’t been so traumatized for so long, just needing to be seen and cared about, and maybe if I hadn’t related to him on a profound level, he wouldn’t really matter to me. If he were any other man, he’d just be a fun fuck. Not that I’m against relationships, but no one has really caught my eye long enough to settle down with. Now here I am, taking care of this broken man, and it doesn’t scare me.
Constantine’s full lips are parted, and his hand is curled against his chest as he sleeps on his side. I reach out to brush away his fallen bangs, but I stop my hand. It’ll wake him up, and I don’t want to risk it.
With a quiet sigh, I stand and make sure the note I wrote is still on the nightstand. When he wakes up, I don’t want him to panic.
I quietly open the drawer and pull out the gun. I make sure the safety is still on before I tuck it into the holster in the back of my jeans. Once it’s nestled safely, I pull the T-shirt over it and grab one of my hoodies, pulling it over my head.
“Be back soon, baby,” I whisper before walking out of my room and closing the door behind me.
When I’m outside, I send a quick text.
Me: I have some news. Can I see you?
Alfonzo: It’s early, Enzo.
Me: I know you’re up already. You’re always up early. Please?
Alfonzo: Very well.
That right there tells me he doesn’t know about Mario yet. Or he’s holding his cards close to the chest.
Istepintothelobby of the building over at Lakeshore East and walk up to the guard.
“Can I help you?” he asks as he sips his coffee.
“I’m here to see Alfonzo Valente.”
“Is he expecting you?”
“Yes.”
The guard calls up to Alfonzo’s penthouse, and Alfonzo must have answered, allowing me to come up, because he nods at me and gives me access to the elevator.
