Page 26 of His Little Angel

One second he’s a statue of fury.

The next, he’s charging.

“Enzo—NO!”

It’s the first time I slip and say his name. I throw myself between them, palms slamming into both chests. The impact knocks the air from my lungs.

“STOP!”

The scream echoes down the hallway. Luke blinks. Enzo doesn’t.

He’s… gone.

His eyes are dead. Hollow.

Dead-eyed rage.

“Tell him to leave, Mila.”

Luke scoffs. “She can make her own decisions.”

“Luke—” I inhale shakily. “I’m sorry. Maybe… another time.”

He nods, thank God. Then he presses a kiss to my cheek, meeting Morelli’s gaze as he does.

Suicidal.

Enzo goes rigid behind me. I grab his forearms to keep him from lunging. Luke walks away smiling as the elevator doors swallow him.

I turn, barely breathing.

“Who the hell is that?”

Everything spills at once.

“It’s none of your business,” I scream. “You’re just my ex-boss.”

He doesn’t speak. Hunger and self-loathing war in his eyes.

He hates himself for wanting me.

“Do you want me?” I push.

Nothing.

I swallow and ask the question that will end this.

“Do you love me?”

Silence.

There’s my answer.

I slam the elevator button. “Then why are you here? To erase the kiss? To make sure your mistake is forgotten? It’s forgotten. Do the same.”

The doors open. I shove him inside. He doesn’t resist.

Before they close, he growls, “If I ever see him near you again, I’ll kill him.”