My Flower

𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍 ❀

A/N: Slight gore, very dark and sexual chapter. Enjoy x

I awoke to the feeling of Enzo lightly running his hands through my hair. Slowly, I sat up and faced Enzo — tiredness still evident in my eyes. Enzo moved closer to me and placed sloppy kisses on my neck and cheeks, he left a single peck on my lips.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded in response, its been almost two days since I last ate and I was starving. Enzo grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes, "Words, Fiore."

"Starving."

He smirked at my words then got off the bed, "I'll cook for us."

I followed him into the kitchen like a lost puppy and sat on the counter while he cooked. He made a gorgeous stack of french toast, eggs and bacon — then placed a serving in front of me. I stared at the plate with a blank expression.

I was starving but I wasn't sure if the food was safe to eat, Enzo must've noticed my concerns because he took the utensils from my hands and took a bite of everything.

After a moment of silence between us I took my fork from him and took a bite of the french toast, "This is amazing." I complimented, the french toast practically melted in my mouth. Before I knew it the plate was empty and I was stuffed.

Enzo tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "I have a surprise for you."

I looked up to meet his eyes, "What is it?"

Enzo didn't say anything instead he just placed my empty plate into the sink, a woman I've never seen before handed me a stack of clothes and quickly left.

"I...shouldn't I shower?"

"No, just get changed." He spoke turning to face me.

I took a deep breath them quickly stripped myself bare, it was only Enzo and I and he's seen me naked multiple times. The outfit was a simple white top, low rise jeans and a jacket. It felt gross changing into a new outfit but not showering.

Enzo walked towards me and grabbed my hand leading me into a garage that was filled with multiple cars, "Choose your favorite." He spoke, resting his hand on my waist.

I scanned the garage until I saw a car that caught my eye, it was a black sports car — for some reason seeing it reminded me of my dad, before our relationship turned to shit.

I pried his hand away from my waist and walked towards the car, I could tell my action pissed Enzo off but I didn't care. Enzo entered the car after me and pointed a gun to my head, on reflux I thrashed myself against him.

"Don't do that ever again or I swear, Catherine. "

I felt a lump form into my throat.

All of this over me taking his hand away from my waist?