GYPSY'S POVI stare at Enzo, completely dumbfounded. I blink several times, words getting stuck in my throat. Is he really serious?"You don't need to give me an answer right away, princessa. You're not even obliged to agree. He said this was the best course of action but he didn't say other options wouldn't work. We can go with the other options.” Enzo explains in a rush.I still continue to stare at him, dumbfounded. He sighs and cups my cheek in his hand, causing a shiver to run through me.“We're doing this for Zeke, Gypsy. Our marriage doesn't have to mean anything.” Enzo says. ”It'll just be a contract that can help you secure the custody of your son, and we can get divorced right after. But like I said, it isn't necessary. We'll go with whatever you decide.”He hesitantly puts his arm around me and pulls me closer. I let out a shaky breath, leaning in to his touch."Take all the time you need to think about it yeah?" He whispers and I can only nod, my throat feeling so dry from
GYPSY'S POV"What?""I said I'm ready to get married." I repeat. Enzo stops wiping his face and stares at me in shockWhen he recovers, he shakes his head. "Look princess, you don't have to take this decision in a rush.”I place my finger on his lip, shushing him. "I'm not in a rush, Enzo. I've thought things through and I've come to the conclusion that I want to be your wife. Make me yours, Enzo"He cusses loudly, running a hand through his hair, closing his eyes like he's in pain. And then he moves to sit on the bench.I follow. When he opens his eyes a moment later, they are clouded with desire."Fuck, princess. Don't say things like that. It drives me crazy.”I bite my lip, realization dawning on me at my own words. I look up when Enzo's hand rests on my chin, hus thumb releasing my bottom lip from between my teeth."I've missed you, Gypsy.""I've always been here.""Physically, yes, but your mind wasn't.” Enzo points out. I bite my lip, knowing very well that he's right. These p
ENZO'S POVAfter Gypsy walks out of my gym, I sink onto the bench, stunned by how much I've divulged to her.The only people who know about what Gianna did are Lena, my PA, and Dante.Speaking of which, it's been more than a week since Dante and I last spoke after the fiasco he pulled. I was expecting time to change his mind so that he'll come and apologize.But so far, nothing. Not even a text.Normally, I would've waited for him to call, but today, I feel like I don't have a choice.I'm about to take a very important step with Gypsy, and I need my best friend by my side.Getting up, I grab my phone from the couch and dial his number. It dials for a while before he finally picks up.For several seconds, silence reigns, the both of us waiting for the other to speak.“Hello.” I finally force myself to say.“Hey,” Dante says back, his voice very cool. “What's up?”Well, at least he's not shutting me down.I tell Dante everything about that bastard coming back into Gypsy's life and threa
Gypsy's POVI let out a deep sigh, rubbing my temple as we step out of Enzo's room. We've just finished speaking to Lena over the phone about the wedding plans. She's going to be our wedding planner, and it turns out we're getting married the day after tomorrow.Yes, in just two days.I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this. Everything seems to be moving so fast I'm unable to grasp anything.The first court hearing is on Friday, just four days from now and it's understandable that Enzo has to arrange for our wedding just tomorrow. He had said it wasn't going to be any church wedding or anything fancy.The only thing we need is a marriage certificate that certifies that we are husband and wife."Hey."I feel Enzo's arms pulling me to him. I let myself go willingly, resting my head on his chest as I feel a migraine coming on.All this is too much. I sigh.Enzo's hands slip into my hair and I relax almost immediately when he starts to massage my scalp and temple at intervals. I
ENZO'S POVI stare at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I study myself. The last time I had taken my time to dress like this, was four years ago, the day I got married to Gianna.I thought such a day would never come again. In fact, I'd promised myself to avoid it. But here I am today. In a few hours, Gypsy is going to be my wife. We're getting married.I know that this is not a real marriage. We're just getting married to help her maintain custody of her son. She'll probably want a divorce as soon as the custody is confirmed.Buy why am I feeling so excited about the wedding. Damn, Enzo."Uncle Enzo." A small voice calls and I turn. I'm met with the sight of Zeke wearing a tuxedo identical to mine. I must say he looks handsome."Yes?" I bend to his height. "Will there be cake?" He asks.I chuckle. "Yes Zeke. A big cake""Hmm" he bites his lips nervously just like his mother always does when she is nervous. I can tell he has more to say"Tell me Zeke. What do you want to say?"
GYPSY'S POVAfter the call, Lena pushes her phone into her bag. "I got to go. Make sure she looks extremely beautiful" She says to the hairdresser and make up artist and practically runs out."Hey Lena, where are you going?" I shout but she's already gone.I frown. What is this Personal Assistant turned wedding planner up to?***Four and a half hours later, I'm staring at a beauty goddess in the mirror. I mean I've dolled myself up on countless occasions whenever Falcon sent me on his missions, but today it's for something different.I'm getting married.I blink, my flattened hands running over the smooth silk material of my gown. It's a simple beautiful fishtail gown that clings tightly to my bust throughout to my waist, enhancing my curves and flowing a little freely around my feet in a flare.The sleeves of the gown are made of lace with beautiful intricate embroidery. My short hair is styled elegantly to one side, the ends braided In loose french braids.The front curled loosely,
The car was filled with an awkward silence as Enzo drove them back to the apartment. Back at the beach, everything had been so lively and exciting. But now as they were heading back, Gypsy couldn't help but wonder; what now?Mrs. Mehra had insisted on taking Zeke home with her in order to remove all 'inconveniences'. Gypsy hadn't even had the heart to tell her that it probably wasn't necessary because her marraige was one of convenience and that there probably wouldn't be a consumation.She glanced at Enzo, at how the light from the other cars illuminated his gorgeous face and how well his tuxedo fitted him, emphasizing his toned body.Fire pulled in her belly. Would he want them to make love tonight? To consumate their 'marriage'?He'd made it obvious more than once that he was attracted to her. She was attracted to him too. They'd nearly crossed the line a while back, so why did it feel like sleeping with him right after their 'marriage' would change everything and make everything
"Answer me, Gypsy!" Enzo bellowed.Gypsy's heart was beating twenty miles per minute as she slowly sat up, taking in the murderous rage glimmering through Enzo's eyes that'd turned his normally green eyes into a dangerous shade of grey.This couldn't be happening. God, no!It'd been so long. These scars had been with her for so long that she'd literally forgotten about their existence or cared about their existence, as if they were already part of her skin.Scars caused by cigarette butts and other hot burning metals.It hadn't occurred to her that Enzo would never see these scars and think she was born with them or something.Fuck, the scars didn't even come to mind."I'm asking you something, Gypsy!" By now Enzo was breathing hard, his jaw ticking furiously.He shifted her breasts around to see more scars and shot to his feet, glaring down at her. "Who the fuck did these things to you, Gypsy? And don't fucking tell me that it's no one. Because unless you have some kind of self-harm