𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 ❀

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A/N | thank you all so very much for the love you've given my flower

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A/N | thank you all so very much for the love you've given my flower. Truthfully, when I started this, I wasn't expecting it to get this much love and I'm so very thankful. 

• 𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 •

My eyes fluttered open, almost instantly relieving me from my grogginess. The second I was fully aware a gasp escaped my lips. Enzo was completely naked, and his arm was wrapped around me tightly leaving me unable to move an inch. It wasn't a dream...I slept with Enzo!

And I...killed someone.

Enzo must've sensed that I was awake because his grip on me loosened, and his eyes opened not even a minute later. I used this moment as an opportunity to leave the room but failed miserably when his arm snaked around my waist pulling me back into the bed. I sighed and shifted so i was sitting on the edge the bed, facing away from him.

"Last night was— "Enzo started but I quickly interrupted him and prayed to God. I can't let him think he has a chance again.

"Was nothing," I stated avoiding his gaze.

"It was the first night I've slept through in years," he spoke.

My breathing sped up when I heard him shifting on the bed, inching closer to me but it quickly slowed when I felt his arms wrap around. He got comfortable behind me and pressed like kisses on my neck trailing over the love marks her left on me.

"That had nothing to do with— "

"It had everything to do with that, Catherine. Last night meant something," he said.

He pulled me closer to him and inhaled deeply, "You know it did."

I wish I didn't.

"I'm scared...Enzo." I muttered.

"I've healed...almost everything you broke, and I don't want to be the same trainwreck I was six years ago because I decided to give you another chance."

"It wouldn't be fair to the me or the kids...it wouldn't even be fair to you," I mumbled the last part, but I know my words reached him.

Enzo let out a sigh and pulled me closer to him, "I'm sorry for everything, Fiore."

"I did things, unforgivable things at an attempt to force your hand,"

"But all it did in the end was hurt you...and push you farther away,"

I sighed and turned to face him, "You didn't have to 'force my hand', Enzo"

"I was in love with you from the start."

Enzo nodded and pulled me closer to him, "I don't want to lose you again, you and the kids make me complete"

"I know I don't deserve it, but can you give me a second chance, just this once. I promise I won't hurt you again."

My heart started rapidly beating at his words — he's asking for a second chance. Why should I give him on? He's right, he doesn't deserve it.

"I...okay," the word left my mouth anyways because now, im just as bad as he is.

Silence fell onto the room causing my thoughts to travel, "Enzo?" I muttered. He removed his head from the crook of my neck and hummed.

"I killed someone yesterday..."

He sighed and squeezed my hand, "you did what you had to so you could come back to the kids....and to me," he whispered the last part, but I could clearly hear what he was saying.

We sat in silence for a moment before I felt him pressing light kisses on my shoulder while his hand traveled in between my thighs. I guess we're done talking.

My legs opened slightly, and Enzo took full advantage of that, using that as an opportunity to slip his hand completely down my panties causing me to let out a moan of pleasure and shift so I could pull him into a kiss, at an attempt to drown out my moans. His hand lingered on my clit, rubbing small and torturous circles on my sensitive bud, not once allowing me pleasure where I needed him the most.

"Please, Enzo,' I moaned, finally disconnecting our lips. A small smirk formed on his lips, and he thrusted two fingers into me, moving at an unbearably slow pace. A high-pitched whine left my lips, and I slapped his hand trying to make him give me what he knew I wanted.

Instead, he removed his fingers altogether and flipped me, so my face was buried into the mattress. I attempted to lift my head but was stopped by Enzo shoving me even deeper into the mattress and leaving a harsh warning slap on my ass. He swiftly lined his member to my entrance using my arousal as lubricant, before filling me completely in one thrust. Pleasure filled moans left my lips while Enzo had his way with me.

"Shit," he muttered when his thrusts started getting sloppier signaling that he was close. I could feel my orgasm reaching a peak too and with a final push we both came undone, panting heavily while we shifted ourselves so we could spoon. Enzo wrapped his arm around me tightly and pressed kisses on the side of my neck. Dear god, please don't let this end.

── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ──

Three days later

"Are you two back together?" Ryan spoke, taking a bite of the cheesecake that we were sharing.

"Its...complicated," I started.

"I mean, I'm giving him another chance for the kids' sake, but I wouldn't say that we're back together."

"But you have no problem fucking like rabbits," Luca interrupted taking a big chunk of the cheesecake, leaving only the strawberries that where on top, I swear he has an aversion for anything remotely healthy. I blushed and slapped him harshly, "Shut up!"

"Enzo's the one that- never mind!" I blushed, trying to shake off my embarrassment. He's right we do fuck like rabbits; I honestly don't think there was a day we haven't had sex in the past four days.

"Wait, how do you know about that?" I asked.

"Have you looked in a mirror recently?" Ryan replied, gesturing towards my neck that was covered in dark love marks.

"Tr—"I started to speak but was quickly interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps getting closer with each second. I'm getting déjà vu.

"Who pissed off Bigfoot?" Luca muttered, nudging my shoulder.

The footsteps stopped when a shout echoed through the room and a woman stepped into the room, "You!" She shouted causing me to put my fork down. When I looked up and made eye contact with her, I realized that she wasn't just any woman — she was Enzo's mom, Celia and based on the way she looked at me I could tell that she hated my guts.

[Catherine met Celia chapter 17]

"I think I did." I whispered, completely awestruck.

This isn't good.


A warning in advance, an emotional rollercoaster is forming.

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