Page 47 of His Little Angel

“Yes.”

“Good,” he whispers darkly. “Because tonight? It’s my turn to test you.”

My entire body hums. I doubt there’s anything he can do that I won’t like—except leaving. Or pushing me away again.

The moment we’re back in the car, Enzo slams the door a little too hard, startling me. His chest is still rising fast.

“Why did you do that?”

I shrug, buckling my seatbelt. “Do what?” I pretend to think. “Hmm… let’s see. Dragging you off a bridge? Forcing you to hold a snake? Because when something feels out of your control. Men like you—” I gesture at him. “You love control. The second you don’t have it, you bolt.”

“And?” he asks. “What did you figure out?”

“That apparently you’re not running.”

His eyes darken. He starts the engine without breaking eye contact. We drive in silence for a few minutes, the tension thick—but not the bad kind.

The charged kind.

“This isn’t the way to my apartment,” I say when he takes a right instead of a left.

“I know.”

“Uh… where are we going?”

“My place.”

“Why?” I mumble.

“Because you tortured me all day.”

A pause.

“And now it’s my turn.”

His hand leaves the wheel and grabs my thigh.Hard.

“I’m going to see if you’ll try to run when I show you just how obsessed I am with you… not that I’d let you anyway.”

Chapter Twenty

Enzo

She’s sitting there beside me, those wide eyes fixed on me like she finally realizes that I’ve imprinted myself on her—that I won’t ever leave or let her leave me.

Good. It’s about time.

I cut the engine, my hand still clamped on her thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks—marks that say she’s mine.

“Get out,” I say.

She hesitates for a split second, then obeys, stepping into the cool night air. I follow, slamming the door behind me, guiding her up the steps with my hand at the small of her back.

She pauses in the foyer, taking the place in. “Your home is beautiful. It’s like… a fortress.”

“It’s yours,” I growl. “All of it. My bank accounts? Yours. Every cent I’ve scraped together, every investment, every fucking dime—it’s all for you now. My life? Yours to command. To ruin, if you want.”

I don’t wait for her response.