"I would sacrifice pieces of my flesh and still be considered selfish for not giving my heart."
"E-Enzo. I-" I was cut off with an ass slap. I couldn't even get a sentence out, he let out a dark chuckle.
"Merda, are you breaking? Am I breaking you...
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The fresh breeze hit my shoulder and neck sending chills down my spine, a slow hitched breath escaped from my mouth, which I instantly regretted.
Slowly backing up I knew It was too late, I fear Enzo heard my heels click on the marble floors from a mile away. He then turned around, and there he was. Once again.
My gut twisted with hurt, knowing he's always right, he'll always find me. But this was by mistake, I threw myself Into this trap. "Don't leave now, we might as well talk." He said to me.
I turned my head slightly and fixed my posture, "We have nothing to talk about," I Instantly said back. Was he sick? His voice was a little lighter but thicker. I shook the thought away.
He turned around and pulled out a cigar Instantly giving me a grimacing look, I didn't know he liked cigars. My body was pushing me closer to him, I was nervous about my own actions.
But I felt safe, as I stood next to him. The smell of weed flooded my nose with a comforting feeling, "Then let's stand here In silence, If that's what you prefer." He said.
He knew damn well I wasn't going to keep quiet, I was just hoping I wouldn't break down In the middle of speaking. "Enzo, why did you do It? On such a special day, you made me feel worthless and used." I said with a pause, I felt as If my response was too weak.
"Im surprised I didn't kill you on the spot," I said trying to brush off the hurt In my voice.
He took one last puff of his cigar, "He wouldn't do that to you, you know It." Enzo said.
My brows Instantly frowned, what does he mean he... Maybe I shouldn't be talking to him while he gets high. "Excuse me?" I said.
"Enzo would never." He said, my eyes looked forward, my heart began racing as I turned my head toward his figure. Slowly my eyes drifted to his face and frowned, a kiss mark.
A bright red kiss mark laid on the side of his cheek, catching myself looking at It for too long I began to think about how Zikeal came home with bright red kiss marks on him. No, this Isn't right.
As I raised my hand, I pressed my thumb against the mark and dragged It down. Nothing, It wasn't real, It was a tattoo. But Enzo...
My heart finally settled down, "You aren't Enzo..." I said, then who was this? Who was this spitting Image of Enzo, why do they look so alike, twins? I would've known about It right?
"Clever girl," He said burning out his cigar. "But by the looks of It, you don't care too much about Enzo."
I curled my brows, "Of course I do..." I said confusingly, he lifted up his neck and pointed at It. My hands dragged up to my neck.
Suddenly my brows frowned, and Instantly my heart skipped a beat. Roman's name was still Imprinted on my neck from the collar. I couldn't even think of a good excuse, at that moment. My phone then began to ring. Taking one long last glance at him I answered.
