Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla amendez

I sat facing the television in Enzo's room. I haven't left since the doctor did. He's only been out for around 8 hours. But god it feels like forever.

Luna and Angelina have been checking in on us for a while making sure we where both ok. Luca and Matteo left to go grab food for everyone.

Enzo, lay sleeping beside me. The bed sheets that covered him where stained in some of his blood, so I decided to take them off, praying that I didn't wake him up. I pulled the covers off of him and sat them by the door. I walked into the closet and took out a fresh t-shirt, and joggers for when he wakes up.

I placed them on the beside table, before pressing a soft kiss to his head. I just want it to be over, I want him to wake up and for us to tell each other how we really feel. I don't even know if he heard me in the car and if he did, he didn't seem to care. Or maybe I'm thinking to much into it, the poor guy is in critical condition.

And sure, I told him I loved him...drunk. And yes, he told me he loved me sober, but was he just saying that?

I picked up the sheets and carried them downstairs to the laundry room. I put them in at a deep wash and added in fabric softener and powder. "Hey." Luna mused. "Hey, where is everyone?" I asked looking round the empty kitchen. "Luca and Matteo are on their way back from getting Chinese food, and Angelina had a hospital appointment for the baby." I nodded, and leaned against the kitchen island.

"He's going to be fine Myla. I promise." I shook my head and let a stray tear flow. "You don't know that Luna. No on does." Luna stood up and walked over hugging me. "Myla, he loves you and you love him. He won't leave he will keep holding on for you. You need to believe that." I choked on my sobs when I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I peaked round the corner to see Enzo walking down, holding his wound, but magically walking. "ENZO!" I yelled running towards him. He stood at the bottom of the stairs staring in confusion. "Wh-" Before he could finish, I wrapped my self-round him hugging him close to me. God I've missed feeling him so close to me.

"Myla? What's wrong?" He asked placing one arm round me. "I thought you were going to fucking die! That's what's wrong!" His eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face. "Oh so you do care about me?" I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him. "I just wanted to make sure you where ok." I lied sheepishly.

"Hold on! You need to go back to bed. You shouldn't be up." I panicked pulling away from him. "Myla." He whispered. "Go come on!" I urged him. "Myla!" He wrapped his hands round my face and made me look at him. "You talk to fucking much." He chuckled before pulling my lips into meet his. The kiss wasn't like the other kisses, it was slower, like we both wanted the world to stop around us, and let the moment last longer.

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It's been 3 weeks since Enzo got shot, he was lucky and the wound he had never made to much of an impact. He told me he didn't feel anything, but I knew he was lying to me. We haven't exactly had the whole; 'I love you' 'What are we?' chat yet, and if I'm honest I'm not sure I want to. I don't exactly think that we are ever going to have the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. It doesn't seem like something we would do.

But that doesn't mean that I don't want to rip his clothes off every time I see him. Each day we have been spending the time in bed, watching tv, whilst he recovers. Then at night after he had been checked on by the doctor, I would help him shower, and he gets pissed because I don't strip naked and get in with him.

He also threw a knife at the doctor when he said no sexual activities for the next month. I don't think he will last.

Everyone had left for the day except my parents who where staying up stairs both unwell with the flu. This family is falling to bits. Enzo was sat at the kitchen island, whilst I stood at the stove making chicken noodle soup for him and my parents. I stared by boiling the water and then adding pasta to the pot. Then I sat chopping chicken, whilst Enzo watched.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I joke. He smirks sliding off of the seat and walking over to me. I continued chopping the chicken until it was all done. "You look sexy when you cook." His deep husky voice whispered in my ear as he trailed kisses down my neck. "Only when I cook?" I pouted. I folded my arms over my chest and furrowed my brows.

"You look sexy all the time. But when you cook." He pulled back and bit his lip. "I want to take you right her right now." I bit my lip and turned round to him. "Well, wait a week and I might just let you." He threw his head back in frustration and placed his hands on my waist resting his forehead on my shoulder.

"UGHHHHH" He groaned. I stifled my giggle and turned back round stirring the soup. Once lunch was ready I gave Enzo some as he sat at the table. I took another two boles up to my parents.

When I got back downstairs Enzo, sat with a smirk on his face. "What?" I asked worriedly. "I want you to come with me to NYC next week." I raised my brow at him. "You want to go to NYC together?" He stood up walking over to me. "Of course. It'll give me time to do things to you that I can't let anyone else here." I rolled my eyes and then turned serious. "I'm holding you to that Romano."

No biggy...just going away with a man you hated only week ago, and now apparently love.