Save Me

9- Eyes in the Dark

Walking around the grounds of the garden, I pause to take in the delicate scent of the roses. Clutching at my bloated stomach as a particularly painful cramp grips me, I rock on the balls of my feet and take deep breaths.

Pulling Enzo's jumper tighter around myself, I turn and stare up at the first floor window. Standing by the glass, Enzo is talking angrily down the phone.

However, as soon as his eyes settle on my upturned one, he smiles warmly for a brief second.

Nervously, I raise my hand and offer him a little wave. Enzo raises his hand up to me in return. Feeling happier already, I turn away and bounce lightly through rest of the garden.

Turning down a pathway lead by hedges, I leave the view of the house and for a moment I take a deep, freeing breath.

After having spent 5 years in a city where there isn't a moment of peace, the private silence of the shaded woodland is a breath of fresh air.

Sinking down onto the floor I press my hand against a large patch of moss to see if it's damp, when I'm satisfied I won't get a horrible, cold wet on my bottom, I sit down.

I rest my head on my knees and take deep breaths of fresh, sea air. Time passes strangely as I take in the wind and my own company.

Suddenly, I get a sickening chill in my stomach as the strangest feeling that I'm being watched is dumped over me. Startling, I whip my head around but see nothing. A branch snaps close by and then another even closer.

Fear takes over my instincts. I run, screaming and shouting as my feet thud on the ground. My bruised ribs scream and protest but my fear overtakes the pain.

"Enzo!" I scream as I wind my way through the maze like hedges. "Enzo! Help!"

I scream his name for the third time before I finally see the garden lawn mown and safe. Thundering footsteps head towards me and my vision focusses on Enzo's massive figure, gun outstretched, and dashing towards me.

He catches me in a leap and pulls me against his chest briefly before spinning me behind his back. Keeping his gun trained on where I had fled from, he speaks to me over his shoulder.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Tell me!" He demands, concern and anger evident on his face.

"T-there was someone watching me." I splutter out, pointing with a trembling finger to the forest.

Enzo clenches his jaw tightly, "you're sure."

"Yes, definitely." My voice is still shaky, "I heard branches snapping."

Enzo nods and squeezes me a little tighter around my middle.

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. My men will sort it all."

Nodding my head, I press my face deeper into his chest, burrowing and hiding from the world with the safety of Enzo.

"Take me away." I beg, feeling Enzo's feet instantly moving as he carries me inside.

I sit, curled up in Enzo's lap, waiting for Marco to return with the news. Neither of us speak, instead leaving one another to our thoughts and concerns. Despite that, Enzo's hand strokes soothing patterns up the skin of my back, never faltering or pausing. It raises gooseflesh along my skin and tingles in delicious, tantalising, dangerous pleasure.

The door bangs shut making me startle with fright. Enzo both soothes me with a firm grasp of my arm and grips his gun to protect us should the need arise.

Marco walks in. Wild aggression seeps off him and fills the room with its potent, dangerous light.

"No one was found on the island." Marco reassures making me exhale a deep breath of relief, but Enzo's expression remains tense and strained.

"What?" He growls out at Marco before gesturing with his hand for him to sit down and speak.

"We found no one on the island... but there were footprints on the beach next to the forest, leading out into the sea."

I feel physically sick. I force myself to focus on my breathing and not the nausea rising in my throat.

"How could this have happened!" Enzo booms, his voice deadly with rage and malice.

"We don't know capo. It's like they knew the island, where Lucy would be... everything." Marco's voice is gruff and cold.

As he speaks I squint up at him and try to picture the man he was with Amanda, five years has made him unrecognisable.

"Don't worry yourself, sweetheart." Enzo reassures, turning my face to look at him, assuming my silence was terror, "I will take care of you."

"I want to go upstairs now." I say quietly, gripping my hands together into tight fists, "I want to go upstairs and talk with you."

Enzo swallows hard but nods his head, helping me to my feet and offering me his hand to take.

"Upstairs, my darling, we can talk, and more importantly, I will listen."

A/N

I am so sorry for the lack of updates to all my stories. I haven't been myself lately but I am finally feeling better so I hope to have more updates coming out soon!

Ell xx