Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter Fourteen

"What's going on?" I ask Enzo for the hundredth time as I pace along the floor to ceiling window that overlooks the club floor. 

          Nothing looks out of the ordinary down there, meaning whatever is happening must be going on outside of the club.

          Instead of answering me, Enzo continues to scroll through his phone and act as though I'm not even there at all. The only sign that he's aware of his duty to guard me, is the pistol that is currently resting on the table in front of him.

          "Would it kill you to at least acknowledge my presence? I thought you were starting to get used to me being around?" I sigh, storming over to stand in front of him, placing a hand on my hip and raising a questioning brow.

          "Would it kill you to shut the fuck up for more than five minutes?" He shoots back, not even looking up from his screen.

          Letting out a frustrated groan, I fight the urge to stomp my foot like a toddler. "I just want to know what's going on." I say, lowering myself onto the seat next to his and placing my head into my hands angrily.

          "Liam told you what he does, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what could be happening." He shrugs with a smug smirk.

          "That's it." I exclaim, slamming my hands onto the table and shooting back up to my feet. "If you won't tell me what the fuck is happening, I'll go find out myself." I glare at him as his eyes finally raise to look at me, unimpressed.

          "Go ahead," he shrugs again. "But I'm telling you right now - you won't like what you find." He warns me, making a dry chuckle leave my throat.

          He has no idea what shit I've seen before.

          Accepting that he's not going to give in and tell me what's happening, I walk to the door and swing it open, startling the security guard that's still stood on the other side.

          "Miss, I can't let you out of here." He apologises, attempting to push me back into the room.

          "Take your hands off me before I break them." I grind out, reaching up to grab his wrists and tightening my grip to show I'm not joking. 

          He winces and retracts his hands before stepping away from me. He looks behind me and his eyes widen before he straightens himself up and clears his throat. I turn my head to see Enzo stood behind me with his arms folded. "Sir, I was just telling Mrs Amato that she is not to leave this room until her husband is back." The guard visibly shakes as he speaks.

          Before I can inform him that I am not Liam's wife, Enzo moves in front of me and places a strong hand onto the guard's shoulder. "I will be accompanying her. She is free to leave if she wishes." He keeps his voice low but firm, making sure the guard understands that there will be consequences if he attempts to stop me. 

          Nodding his head, the guard moves to the side to let us past.

          With a final glare, I stomp past him and down the stairs, hearing Enzo following close behind. "Where are they?" I shout over the music, turning my head side to side for any sign of a second exit.

          Ignoring my question, Enzo begins walking through the crowd and I take that as a sign to just shut up and follow him.

          Sucks for him, I'm not one to just shut up and take it. Unless Liam tells me t-

          Ok... Definitely still slightly intoxicated...

          "I'm surprised you're helping me. You seemed pretty set on leaving me to it earlier?" I ask, rushing to keep up with him so he can hear me.

          "I'm not doing this to help you. I'm doing this because you were going to leave regardless and I don't fancy having Boss rain Hell down on me for letting you out of my sight." He shrugs before stopping in front of a door that has a neon 'EXIT' sign illuminated above it.

          He pushes the door open, the cool air blasting against our skin in contrast to the thick and clammy heat from inside. "Go on then." Enzo ushers me forward, practically pushing me out of the door.

          As I turn around to confront him for putting his hands on me, I hear a commotion further down the alley. The sound of metal hitting the floor and fists hitting flesh echoes through the darkness. I follow the sounds until I come across a scene that stops me dead in my tracks.

          There, in front of me, is Liam holding a man up against the wall by the collar of his shirt while the others watch on with smug expressions. The man looks terrified, and I can see why. Liam's eyes are blazing with anger, and his grip on the man's shirt is tight enough to cut off his air supply.

          "What are you doing?" I ask, my voice steady as I take a step closer to get a better look at their latest victim. He's clearly a wealthy man, his shirt looks like it would've cost him a pretty penny before the guys got their hands on him and left it hanging by a thread.

          Liam turns to look at me, his expression dark and brooding. "What is she doing out here?" He grits out, clearly talking to Enzo even though I'm stood right here.

          "She wants to know what the fuck is going on. Dickhead, here, wouldn't tell me shit. So I decided I'd come looking for myself. He ended up tagging along since the security guard thought he could try and stop me and almost lost his hands for it." I explain with a sickly sweet smile.

          "Sorry, Boss. She was going to come out here with or without me. I figured it was best that I stay with her in case anything were to get out of control and she needed protection," Enzo, being a kiss ass, explains to him. "With all due respect, though, if you're planning on her staying with us for the foreseeable - she deserves to know exactly what life she is a part of. It's one thing to be told what world you're in and another to actually see it."

          "See? Enzo get's it! Wait-" I spin around to face Enzo with a smug smirk. "Did you just side with me?" I ask him with a grin, already thinking of ways I can use this moment to torment him over the next few days.

          Liam clears his throat, grabbing out attention before Enzo can make any type of snarky remark that I know he's dying to let out. "You can go back inside the club right now, and no one will judge you, tesoro," He tells me, trying to give me the opportunity to back out if I want to. "If you stay, you can't unsee this."

         Rolling my eyes, I walk towards Matteo and throw him a wink before leaning against his side and folding my arms across my chest. "I'm good, Liam." I reassure him, giving him a look that dares him to try and convince me otherwise.

         Discreetly, I reach my hand into my bag and swipe up to open my camera and hit 'video' without looking away from what's happening in front of me. I'll need this as evidence to hand over to Thorpe when I next speak to him.

          Why does the idea of giving this proof to Thorpe make my stomach fill with dread?