Page 39 of Enemy of Ours 1

“Oh. It’s like that, huh? Good for you, boss. I hope you at least pleased her before blowing your load after five seconds,” she teases, her voice light and not at all afraid to speak her mind.

I like her.

“Watch your mouth, cousin. That’s my wife you’re talking about.” He really does growl deep in his chest this time, but I stop listening to the rest of the conversation as my heart rate picks up.

I quietly leave, not knowing where I’m going, but I need to get away. Now.

Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife.

I find myself outside by a pool overlooking the ocean, walking quickly around it so I can find a place to hide for a while. My breathing picks up, my head swimming as that word keeps repeating in my head.

Wife.

Wife?

Wife?!

“What the fuck.” I gasp out, finally finding a spot between the house and the edge of the cliff, and sink down along the wall the moment I know no one can see me in this hiding spot.

I’m on the verge of a panic attack. I take deep breaths so I don’t pass out, hugging my knees as tears well up in my eyes.

When do the lies stop? When will people stop playing me like a puppet they can control? When does it end?

It’s not possible. I can’t be…no. We aren’t married. I would remember something like that, saying I do. But I wouldn’t putit past a man like Romeo. He takes what he wants without remorse. I suck in a watery gasp, blinking hard as anger starts to build in my chest.

“Fuck this,” I whisper in a furious voice, only the ocean hearing the promise I make right here and now. “You’ll regret the day you ever messed with me, Romeo Messina. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

The end… for now.