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As if the night had never happened, Enzo wakes me for breakfast with a soft kiss to the cheek. He looks like he had a proper night’s sleep, even though he didn’t get a wink. I stayed with him for about an hour before I drifted off. I woke to him tucking me back into bed, and again a short time later to find him back in the chair, staring out the window thoughtfully. I’d told myself I’ve done all I can do and went back to sleep.

I’m barely awake while I eat, and have two cups of coffee, but it doesn’t help. After breakfast, Enzo tells me to get dressed. Once I’m done, he ushers me to the car. I’m groggy as I sit in the back seat, wishing I were back in bed. This is either me trying to avoid this situation or I’m coming down with something. I’m not usually this tired, even after a crappy night’s sleep.

“Where do you need to go?”

“Any pharmacy is fine,” I mutter.

“Pharmacy? Are you sick?”

“No,” I blurt. “I figured it would be easier since they have an array of things.”

He nods, gesturing for Antonio to go. The other ass-kisser, who I will still call ass-kisser since he hasn’t proven otherwise, sits in the front seat silently.

The car moves, and we go through the gate that magically opens as we get to it. I still have no idea how it works. One day, I’ll figure it out. I swear, I will find out how this magical gate works if it’s the last thing I do.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” I whisper.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“There’s no reason to.”

“Enzo—”

“Drop it, Jordan,” he snaps, letting out a heavy sigh. “Just drop it.”

I stare at him for a long time and his gaze doesn’t budge from where he’s staring out the window. I settle back, knowing I’m not going to get anywhere arguing with him. He’s mad. He’s upset. I get it. But doesn’t he understand talking about it will make him feel better?

“How long until we’re there?” I ask.

“Ten minutes,” Antonio answers.

I let out a sigh and stare out the window for exactly six minutes.

“You’re not going to like this, but I need to go in there alone,” I say. I may as well get it over with now. Better than causing a fight in the parking lot.

“No.”

“Yes, Enzo.”

“No, Jordan. You are not going anywhere alone.”

“Why?” I shout. “Afraid I’m going to run?”

He chuckles, turning his dark gaze my way. “Don’t care if you did because I’d find you. And if you think you can leave without me finding you, you’re fucking crazy.”

My eyes widen, something heavy settling in my chest.

He says it like I’m nothing more than a valuable object and not a human. How does he go from warm to ice-cold so quickly?

My bottom lip trembles as his eyes bore into mine. They’re so empty right now. I tear my gaze away because I don’t want him seeing me get emotional over this. So, maybe this is what my life will be like. Not all perfection and hot sex. More like degradation and threats. I should have known.

Why in the world did I let my vagina gates open?

I fight tears the rest of the drive. When we get to the store, both ass kissers get out of the car, along with Enzo. He comes around to open my door, and I wonder what I should do. Stay here and not go through with this? Go in there and get it anyway? Try to steal it? Run? The possibilities are endless, but the problem is, they all end the same way.

Me back at Enzo’s house.