[Enzo's POV]
I get changed into a fully black outfit - black button down shirt, black tie, black slacks, black belt, black shoes. Then I wait for Cat in the foyer by the main stairs, making plans with Anthony for security.
I don't even want to leave this property, but she does. And unfortunately, I'll do whatever she wants. I'm whipped.
"I want you to follow us with some guys, but stay back enough. Out of sight." I order and Anthony nods.
"Oka-"
His voice cuts off as he looks behind me and his eyes widen and his lips part a little. Confused, I turn, and it all makes sense.
Caterina carefully descends the stairway in a beautiful red knee-length dress that hugs her perfect curves at every angle. The low V of the top shows her cleavage off, making my pants instantly uncomfortable.
Her eyes meet mine and sparkle the way I'm addicted to as I step forward and extend my hand to help her down the last steps in her tall black heels. Fuck, she looks breathtaking. Now I really don't want to leave the house. I want to throw her over my shoulder and bring her back upstairs and lock her in my room forever. Away from all the prying stares she is bound to get in this number. My mouth dries as I think of all the things I want to do to her... even before I strip this dress off her.
Later, I promise myself and suppress the thoughts.
"You look beautiful," I say quietly as she steps off the last step and places her palm against my chest as I move mine to the small of her back, bringing her closer where I like her.
She returns my small pleased smile. "Thank you."
"Caterina, you look lovely." I hear Anthony say and I snap my head towards him and glare.
He avoids my gaze. That fucker. Always pushing his luck...
I feel her hand grip my jacket collar and pull my focus back on her. As I stare down at her and try to calm myself, she looks over and smiles at the brave bastard.
"Thank you, Anthony." She says sweetly and my blood boils.
Calm down. She's just being nice.
Or is she...
"Is the car ready?" She asks him in the same tone.
He opens his mouth to answer but I cut him off, brushing my thumb along her right cheekbone, making her look back up to me.
"I'm driving us tonight." I say and her eyes widen, surprised.
An amused smile forms on her lips. "Is that legal? Do you have a license?" She quips and I hear a faint snort from Anthony.
What? She must be joking. When has she ever worried about something being legal?
I stare down at her, tilting my head slightly to the side as I squint. "Of course."
She grins and now I know she's teasing me. Fuck, I'm so soft now. Before I would cut someone for teasing me. Now I'm enjoying it...
"So you just prefer being driven around like the Queen of England, then?"
I smirk. I forget sometimes how amusing she is with that smart mouth of hers.
"More like the King, baby." I wink and her grin widens. "Come on."
I pull her towards the door and Anthony holds out a set of keys in my direction. Shit, I forgot he was here.
I take them and nod at him and he nods back. Without hearing the words, I know his meant he understands my orders about following us. I hear his quick footsteps shuffle off behind us, confirming my thought.
We walk through the front doors and out onto the driveway and my mind wanders to wondering how many minutes behind us they will be once he gathers men to come. Hopefully not long. It's not safe during these times. Too much fucking shit has happened. We can't make it that easy to take out a mafia leader.
"Thank you for not saying anything to him." I hear Cat say quietly, just for my ears, and it pulls me back to reality out of my thoughts. Hell, she always does. One word or touch from her and I forget completely about my world and my shit going on. Every thought becomes of her.
I roll my eyes at her comment and she sees, but ignores it.
"Come. This one." I shuffle her towards the passenger side of my black Maserati convertible. The top is down, revealing the tan leather seats.
"It's beautiful," she admires as I hold the door open for her to get in.
"Like Daria." I reply plainly and watch her process the words and stare up to me, fully confused. A second later she scoffs amusedly and rolls her eyes.
"Thanks a lot." She laughs.
"Taste of your own medicine." I wink and close her door with a tight slam and walk to my side and get in.
"Well, I wouldn't blame you if you did think that. She must have been gorgeous back in her day. She still is now."
I can't tell if she is still joking or not.
"Cat," I turn and face her, she raises her eyebrows expectantly, "She's beautiful in her own way, I guess. But she practically raised me. Let's not go there. Ever. I don't need those images scarred in my mind."
She smiles and I think she is trying to contain her laughter. I wish she would let it out, even at my own expense, just to hear it some more. Because of me.
"Where are we eating?" She asks, dropping the topic, thankfully.
"A small restaurant on the coast. It's a bit of a drive, though. But it's private and safe." I second guess my words. "As safe as possible." I add.
She winks and turns to face forward.
"Don't worry. I'll protect you." She says with a smirk.
This time, it's me who laughs.
"Crazy woman." I murmur in Italian as I turn the car on and the engine roars to life.
"Don't talk in that accent or we will have to go back upstairs." She says in a low voice.
I make a mental note for future use.
I smirk and start driving down the long driveway.
"Later, princess." I promise her, placing my right hand on her warm thigh where her dress rode up. Her left hand covers mine, the tips of her little fingers folding under mine to hold it as she stares out the side.
We drive out of the city and onto the coast. About 15 minutes in, I spot Anthony's tail a bit behind us, reassuring me. Worst case, I could protect us if something went wrong, but I would rather not ruin our night with that shit.
Actually, knowing Cat, she would probably enjoy it. Crazy woman, indeed.
Still, I pay these people for a reason. I didn't even bring a gun tonight... not that it would stop me from winning something. It hasn't before.
"Are we far?" I hear Cat's voice ask over the wind.
"Eager?" I smirk, looking over at her for a brief moment.
"Hungry." She catches my eye and smiles.
"I can solve that."
I keep my eyes focused forward on the road as my hand on her thigh moves up under her dress. She squeezes her thighs closer together, blocking my access way, ruining my fun.
"For food, Enzo." She clarifies, but I can hear the change in her tone. A bit more desperate. She wants both. So do I.
"Almost there."
Author's Note:
Was going to include the dinner part but it will be too long so next chapter!
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