Page 9 of Second in Command
I was still frozen, my heart echoing in my chest. After our last encounter, he was thelastperson I wanted to see.
Frankly, I saw him for what he was the moment he tried to keep me in his house and demanded that I eat breakfast. So there was no surprise when he barged into my business place, and called me a whore for speaking with one of my regulars, Michael.
Honestly, his looks were the only thing Enzo had going for him, I wondered if there was any personality at all underneath that pretty face.
“What’re you doing here, Enzo?”
He takes a step back, realizing that I wasn’t with his antics. He clasps his hand behind his back like he normally does. I rest the spoon into the sink, switch off the stove, and turn back to him whilst placing a hand on my hip.
“That was really good by the way.”
“I asked you a question. If you can’t answer it you should be out there with the other guards.”
Enzo’s face falters, and he takes a deep breath.
“It is not my intention to be rude to you, Francesca, it is not even my intention to—to be involved with you, in any way.”
“Yet you’re rude, and yet you push yourself into my life, so what now?”
“I want to apologize to you . . . that was . . . low of me to speak to you the way I did.”
“Wow, an apology? That’s not what I saw coming.”
Enzo’s eyes never leave mine, as he waits on my appropriate answer. I stammer, the intensity of his gaze bringing fire all over my body. I huff, looking down at my feet.
“You’re a weird cat, Enzo,” I comment, “I can forgive you.”
I drag my hands along the kitchen counter, before turning to look at him. I pull a knife and point it at him.
“But if youever, try to disrespect me again, I won’t just tell you to get out. Youwillfeel the wrath of a Donato.”
“I understand,” Enzo didn’t seem intimidated by me, I mean, why would he be? Yet he nodded almost obediently.
I put the knife back down, and Enzo just stares at me as I continue to cook. It was unnerving at first, but afterward, he did what he could. Whether it was washing the plates I left in the sink, or handing me utensils and ingredients.
He had picked up an interest in me, and I couldn’t tell just yet whether it was good, or bad. I loved the attention though — he was a handsome man, but at the same time, I couldn’t figure out exactly what coursed through his mind.
“I’m gonna make you my wife one day.”
I let out a small laugh, rinsing the dishes in the sink.
“You’re hilarious actually, did you come here after practicing jokes?”
“I’m serious,” he continues, “I’d like to take you out.”
“Take me out?” I repeat, for a moment, raising an eyebrow at him, and he nods. “What about making me your wife?”
“First, we date.”
“Do you even know what a date entails, Enzo?”
“Not exactly, but—”
“Right, because you’ve never asked any woman out on a date. I asked about you, you know. Funny how you shamed me for being awhore, yet you’re the one sleeping around.”
Enzo adjusted his jacket, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “You asked about me?”
“Hell yes,” I roll my eyes, dropping the dishes in the drainer before leaving the kitchen. Enzo follows behind me, hot on my heels.
