Page 85 of Saved By A God
Instead of saying anything, he leans in again and presses a kiss to my forehead before shutting the door.
As he walks around the front of the car, I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what’s going on.
The drive to his place is too quiet, and it makes me remember the days I used to do my best to annoy him with the silliest songs I could find.
Enzo keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other close to me, resting near the center console, as if even the small space between us bothers him.
Every time we stop at a light, his gaze flicks to me.
Every time I move a muscle, he notices.
He’s watching me like I might vanish if he looks away, and I tell myself it’s because he probably feels guilty for not making it to me in time.
“I pressed the button,” I say, thinking that if we address the elephant in the room, things will return to normal. “The Bratva took me. None of that is on you, Enzo, so if you’re beating yourself up, please stop.”
“We’ll talk about it once we’re home.” That’s all he says, and it makes my worry spiral.
Oh shit. Is he angry with me?
My teeth tug at my bottom lip, and by the time he parks the Mustang in his regular spot, my stomach is a ball of nerves.
Chill, Rosie. What’s the worst that can happen? Enzo will lay into you, you’ll apologize, and things will return to normal.
Damn, this is going to suck ass, and honestly, I’m too tired to go up against Enzo in a fight.
The ride up to his apartment is filled with tense silence, and I begin to regret agreeing to stay with him.
As soon as the elevator doors open and we step into the foyer, I begin to ramble, “I’m sorry for everything, Enzo. Don’tbe angry with me. I did what was necessary to protect the family. I had no idea they were coming for me and thought they were after the servers. I –”
Enzo bends and slides an arm beneath my knees, and another behind my back, then I go airborne. I grab hold of his shoulders and blink in shock as he carries me to the living room.
He carefully sets me down on the couch, then braces his hands on the backrest on either side of me. Looking me dead in the eye, he says, “I’m not angry with you. Stop stressing right this second.” I nod quickly, my gaze wide on him. “Nothing is wrong. I’m fucking happy to have you back, and it just keeps hitting me in waves.” I nod again. “So relax and get more rest because you’re far from recovered.”
“Okay,” I whisper while taking deep breaths of his addictive scent.
Enzo moves to sit down beside me, and just as he takes hold of my hand, Gianna comes down the stairs.
“Rosie!”
I practically fly to my feet, which makes my head spin, and as I teeter to the side, Enzo grabs hold of me and shoves me back down onto the couch. “For the love of God, just stay seated and stop trying to move so fast. My fucking heart!”
A grin spreads over my face as I look at him. “There he is. I was worried I broke you.”
Gianna sits down on my other side and yanks me into a hug, then she sobs her heart out, and it makes me feel very emotional.
As my own tears fall, I feel Enzo’s hand rubbing up and down my back.
Gianna begins to calm down, and pulling back, she smiles at me. “It was hell without you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“This is not on you,” Enzo mutters softly.
“He’s right, Rosie,” Gianna agrees. “I’m just so thankful you’re back.”
I can see the questions forming on her face, but then Enzo says, “Rosie needs to get more rest.”
“Okay.” She gives me another hug. “Once you’re better and Enzo isn’t in overprotective mode anymore, we’ll hang out.”
