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She tilted her head to look up at me. “That’s fine for you, but what about me, Enzo? Is that the life you want for me too?”
I placed my hand on her head and pulled her back down to my chest.
Fuck.
She wasn’t wrong.
One solution to protect her was to marry her, but there was another.
I could simply give her the money she needed to be independent of her parents and send her back to New York. She’d be safe there, away from her parents' schemes. It was doubtful the third man would consider her enough of a threat to chase her to America.
The first guaranteed my happiness.
The second hers.
I knew which solution was the right one.
I just wasn’t capable of choosing it.
CHAPTER23
ENZO
Iknocked softly on the bedroom door.
No answer.
I knocked again.
Still no answer.
After a third time, the door swung open.
An extremely irate Aunt Gabriella stood before me. She had a silk eye mask pushed up over her forehead and was tying the belt to her robe around her waist. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
I flinched. The entire household knew never to disturb Aunt Gabriella before noon when she stayed at the villa, especially after a party like last night. That had been an ironclad rule even when I was a boy. “It’s early, I know.”
“No, early would be ten o’clock.” She looked at the Cartier tank watch on her wrist. “Eight o’clock is an ungodly 'anyone who knocks on my door deserves to be shot' hour. Someone had better be maimed or dead.”
“I need a favor.”
She turned her back and headed deeper into the bedroom. “Come back at noon.”
She climbed into bed and pulled her silk eye mask down over her eyes.
“Please, Aunt Gabriella.”
She lifted up one side of the eye mask. “What do I get in return?”
I rubbed my jaw. “MyRiva Aquarama.”
She had been lusting after my classic mahogany-hulled runabout yacht since I secured it in an auction for a million euro two years ago.
She threw off the eye mask and sat up. “For keeps?”
“For the season.”
She thrust her lower lip out.
