58

Faust

I saw her pretend to sleep next to me on the plane. She thought I wouldn't notice

the racing pulse at the base of your throat? Clearly she was awake, but I let her have it. She was upset enough. It would take time to win her over again.

But I would. What she and I had together was too strong, too wild to deny.

Did Enzo hurt her? I had no idea how she suffered at the hands of my enemy, except for the picture of her on her knees, a damn gun in her mouth. D'Agostino would pay for this a thousand times over before I broke up with him. Was there anything else? I needed to find out what happened during his captivity – not just to punish Enzo, but to offer him support and comfort.

I examined her as best I could, but saw no bruises or cuts. No welts or broken bones. Maybe the damage is where I can't see it. My blood ran cold at the thought. Did Enzo rape her? Or harmed my child in some way?

“Stop looking at me,” she murmured. - It is scary. And stop moving. I'm trying to sleep.

— Cazzat