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Without hesitation, I claimed his lips with mine, kissing him until my lungs burned with the need for more air.

“I love you,” we panted at the same time.

I stepped back, caressing his jaw before looking over at Goldyn. A subdued expression was on her face, but her attention was pinned solely on us and the way we interacted.

The desire glazing her orbs wasn’t lost on me. Neither was the way she bit her lip as her eyes danced between me and Sin. And I knew then I was going to have so much fun corrupting her.

Seeming to snap out of his own haze, Sincere spun and bent to scoop Goldyn into his arms. I noticed how much he liked carrying her, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

He carried her to the bathroom, kissing the side of her head while he murmured, “Let’s get you clean so we can go get your van.”

The Next Day

After breakfast this morning,Lorenzo had looked at me and told me to be ready to go at noon. When I asked him why, all he did was kiss the corner of my mouth and mutter, “You’ll see.”

Now, I knew exactly why he hadn’t told me.

Twenty minutes ago, we climbed into his G-Wagon and didn’t stop driving until we pulled up in a rare parking space directly in front of the bank that had rejected me last week.

I squinted at the building through Lorenzo’s tinted windshield, confusion and a little panic warring inside of me. “Enzo, what are we doing here?”

Putting the truck in park, he killed the engine and cast a glance my way. “Getting you a bookstore.”

“What?” Why had he said that so casually? And why was my heart trying to claw its way out of my ass right now? When had Sincere even had the time to tell him about my little setback?

But Lorenzo didn’t stick around to give me an answer. Instead, he walked around the front of his truck, slid his sunglasses in place and opened the passenger door for me.

“Enzo.”

“C’mon, mamas. We have an appointment in ten minutes.”

“What?” I repeated, this time my voice sharper as panic won the internal war. “Enzo, I don’t want to go back in there.”

I didn’t care that my voice broke and he could hear it clear as day. All I cared about was not reopening a wound that hadn’t really began to heal.

It took Lorenzo a while to react at all, but he cocked his head as he stared up at me and bit his lip. “Don’t ever give someone this much power over you again, Goldy.”

His delivery wasn’t harsh, but I still flinched.

“Fuck this bank and fuck anybody who tells you you can’t do what the hell you want to do just because you’re not doing it the way they want. The other night Sincere told me about your business idea and I think it’s as brilliant as you are. All you need is funding, and now you have me, so funding is what you’re going to get. But not before we let this bank know you don’t need them for shit.”

“Can’t we skip to the part where I have the funding?” I asked, the slight squeak in my voice making him smile.

His fingers grazed my cheek and I was reminded of the way he’d caressed Sincere’s face when he had him on his knees in front of him yesterday. The thought sent a shiver through me, but at least the trepidation trying to whoop my ass earlier was gone.

“Let’s go, Goldy. We’ll be in and out in five minutes.”

“And then?” I followed up, placing my hand in his so he could help me down. But he didn’t pull me down just yet.

Instead, he held onto my hand and said, “And then we go to my family’s bank and get you what you want.”

My family’s bank?

Get you what you want.

What the hell?

Why did he say these things like they meant nothing?