Page 99 of Saved By A God
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Enzo’s never been known for his patience.
His tone is harsh as he asks the question I’ve been dreading the most. “What did you have to do to make that insane target?”
My emotions have been more stable than yesterday, but as one image after the other flashes through my mind, my eyes snap shut, and my breathing speeds up fast.
Suddenly, I’m swooped up into Enzo’s arms, and needing all the comfort only he can give me, I cling to him and hide my face against his neck.
He carries me to the living room and cradles me on his lap while peppering my hair and forehead with kisses.
My voice doesn’t sound like my own when I whisper, “I had to go into the dark web and find the most depraved people and bribe them with their dirty secrets.” My throat strains as I sob, “There were so many children… so many victims.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, holding me even tighter.
“I’ll never get the photos and videos out of my mind,” I cry.
My stomach rolls like it did in the prison, and I press my hand to it while taking deep breaths.
“Do you feel sick?” Enzo asks.
I nod and keep my eyes closed as I wait for the awful sensation to pass.
He presses his mouth to my temple and keeps it there while rubbing circles on my lower back, and for some reason, it helps, and my stomach settles.
We’re quiet for several minutes before Enzo asks, “Do you want to see a professional to help you deal with everything?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk to anyone else about what happened. I just… can’t.”
“Okay.” He takes hold of my chin and turns my head to him. “I’m here for you. Twenty-four-seven. Talk to me about it.”
Nodding, I rest my chin on his shoulder and wrap my arms around him. “You make everything better.”
After a while, he asks, “Would you like to take a nap?”
I shake my head. “I want…” I think for a moment, and needing to move away from the ugly and focus on something good, I ask, “Can we rather talk about us?”
I pull back so I can see his face, but then Enzo grips my hips and says, “Straddle me so you’re more comfortable.”
While I position my legs on either side of him and sit down on his lap, the heaviness already lifts, and the happiness slowly trickles back.
I place my hands on his chest and let my eyes drift over his face.
God, how does he keep getting more beautiful everytime I look at him?
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Better?”
I nod, my lips curving up. “Much.”
He takes hold of my hand and holds it to his heart, and I look at the scars on his skin. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to every pink line, burn mark, and rough patch.
When I straighten up again, Enzo asks, “Can I ask you a couple of questions, so I know what speed to take our relationship at?”
“Oooh.” My smile widens. “I suggest the speed of light, seeing as you’ve got going at a snail’s pace covered.”
He chuckles, and I drink in the sound like a starved woman.
His eyes drift over my face, then he asks, “You ‘ve never dated right?”
