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Enzo takes hold of my arm and leads me to a chair, where he sits down before pulling me onto his lap.

“You make such a cute couple,” Cassia says as she sits down beside us.

They begin to talk about things I know nothing about, and instead of listening to the conversation, I rest my cheek against Enzo’s shoulder. My eyes focus on something red on his other shoulder, and I dart upright. When I lean closer, and I see it’s blood, I gasp. “You’re bleeding!”

I instantly forget about our guests.

I climb off his lap, grab his hand, and tug at his arm so he’ll stand up. My mountain of a man finally moves, and I drag him back into the house.

In the kitchen, I undo the buttons of his vest and shirt, and I carefully remove them so that I can get a clear look at his shoulder.

“It’s barely a scratch,” Enzo says, his tone soft.

I shoot him an unhappy look. “Scratch, my butt.”

He shakes his head. “The bullet grazed me.”

I go to the cupboard and grab the first aid kit while saying, “You don’t even have your stitches out from the last time you got shot. Is this something I should worry about?”

“No.”

Setting the bag down on the island, I quickly dig out an antiseptic wipe and make a mental note to get more supplies.

When I have to lift myself onto my toes, Enzo takes a seat and pulls me closer to stand between his thighs. His eyes are glued to my face, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I carefully wipe the blood off and see that the wound looks like the grass burns I used to get whenever I fell off my bicycle.

I take out a small bandage and stick it over the raw spot, then meet Enzo’s gaze. “You need to be more careful.”

“Okay.”

“Promise,” I demand.

When he only nods, I lift my eyebrow at him and demand, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I promise,meu anjinho.”

I pull his shirt and vest back over his shoulders and fasten the buttons again, and enjoy the sight of his bare chest, while I get the chance.

When I’m done, and I try to step backward, Enzo grabs my hips to hold me in place.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth, then admits, “I like it when you fuss over me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and smile at him. “I like it, too.”

Not caring that we have guests, Enzo wraps his fingers around my throat before he proceeds to kiss me thoroughly.

Chapter 26

ENZO

It’s been quiet the past eight days, and as we’re driving toward the factory so I can do one final check before we leave, my phone rings.

Seeing John’s name on the screen, I answer, “What?”

His voice fills the SUV as he growls, “I just got a tip that there are still MC members in the area and they’re planning to retaliate because you practically wiped out their club.”

“And where did you hear this?” I ask.