Page 104 of Saved By A God
Rosie
It’s been a week since I practically moved in with Enzo, and knowing I can’t hide in his arms forever, I’ve forced myself to leave the apartment.
Our first stop is the cemetery.
Armed with a stack of tissues, I follow Enzo to my fallen men’s graves. I take a moment to read the name engraved into the temporary marker before placing a flower beside it.
With every step, a face flashes through my mind.
They were a constant presence in my life for years, and they died giving their all to protect me.
When I reach Raffaele's grave, I can’t stop the tears from falling.
He wasn’t just my underboss but a close friend of Augusto's.
Jesus. This should never have happened. You should still be here.
For a couple of minutes, I just stand and stare at his name, struggling to accept that he’s gone.
Eventually, I force myself to move, but when I reach Alessio’s grave, I can’t hold it together anymore and move down to my knees. Placing my hand on the area he’s buried, I clear my throat and say, “You were always there. A constant. Someone I trusted with my life for years.” I have to pause to take a shaky breath as the tears keep streaming down my face. “Thank you for your sacrifice, my friend. I will never forget it.”
Looking up at the sky, a cry tears from me, and I finally get to mourn my selfless men.
Enzo crouches behind me and wraps his arm around my front. I grab hold of his bicep and struggle through the ragged sobs.
Once I manage to calm down enough, I ask, “Their families?”
“They’ve all been compensated,” he answers.
He helps me to my feet and links our hands together as we walk back to the Mustang. I lean into his arm and shove the grief down because soon I’ll have to force a smile to my face so I don’t cause the family any worry.
“Are you still okay going to Adriano’s place?” Enzo asks.
Everyone has agreed to meet at Adriano’s house because he has one of the biggest properties that will be able to host everyone.
“Yes. I can’t keep putting it off.”
Enzo tugs me to a stop, and taking hold of my chin, he tips my face up so I’ll look at him. “If you’re not ready, I’ll cancel it right now.”
I shake my head. “No, let’s go.”
He opens the passenger door, and my eyes touch on Ciro and Nathan where they’re sitting in an SUV. I get in, and Enzo shuts the door. While he walks around the back of the car, I pull on the seat belt and clip it in place.
He slips in behind the steering wheel, the car shifting beneath his weight, and when he starts the engine, he mentions, “Dr. Milazzo is coming over at five, so we need to be home by then.”
“Okay.”
At my last checkup three days ago, I asked the doctor to bring a birth control implant with him when he comes by again.
Seeing as I’m in a relationship now, I want to be ready when we take the next step. The last thing I want is for things to get awkward, because neither of us considered birth control.
The thought of being intimate with Enzo eases some of the weight off my heart, and the corner of my mouth lifts.
Since Enzo gave me my first kiss, we now spend half the day making out. It never goes further than us removing our shirts. I’m grateful that he’s giving me time to get used to us, but honestly, I’ve been waiting years, so I feel things can move faster.
But I’m sure as hell not telling him that.
“What’s on your mind?” he suddenly asks.
