Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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Oh God, how much I've missed that voice!
I look at him standing proudly in the door's frame, with a light smile on his face, soft hair falling silk-like on his forehead, and dimming his black round eyes.
"Enzo...," I whisper and run towards him while he stretches his arms to welcome me as one does to a lively child running for a hug.
I shrink to his chest and let him wrap me in a tender hold.
"I missed you," I say, sinking into his sheltering arms.
"I missed you more, Becks," he replies, planting a kiss on the crown of my head. "Mike was right. You do look like a mess," he smirks boyishly and lifts my head with a finger under my chin. "Whatever has made you care so little about yourself, either doesn't worth it or needs to be fixed."
"I want to go back. Back to Italy," I mutter between tears.
"But you are needed here, Becks. You need to take back what is yours and start living."
But I can't live without him, I wanted to say. My life has no meaning without Lucas, but as long as Marciano and Salvatore's thing is not solved, I cannot have him. This is the truth I need to accept.
I've thought I could do it. I've thought I can move on and rebuild my life, but every fucking little thing I'm planning is forcing me one way or another to think back to him.
"Becks, you move that pretty ass of yours in the shower right now, you get yourself sexy in one of your bathing suits and we'll spend some quality time together. What do you say?" Enzo smiles down at me, cupping my cheeks and wiping the persistent tears with a stroke of his thumbs.
He's a good friend, the best I've ever had.
I could never go through this without his unconditional support and knowing he has other reasons than mine, and being unable to give him back the same passions he has for me, makes me feel partly useless and partly guilty.
Every moment passing by, I'm more assured that I'll always belong to Lucas and no one else, whether we are close or far, and now that I know he's alive, that belonging feeling is growing.
I can't go back to him, I can't risk his life before I deal with Salvatore. How? I have no idea yet.
I still don't know the intentions of Salvatore and Marciano Benito if they are to find out I'm back.
I need Lucas as far away from me as possible till I confront the father and brother of Enzo. And that has to be done without Enzo in the picture.
I would never dig a chasm between them. They are family. I should do this on my own.
But do you know what? Not right now. Now is not the time for it. Now is the time for my wounds to be amended, and Enzo is the medicine.
I wished I could go back to Italy with him, my broken heart needs that, and if he agrees, I'll pack my things right now and leave straight to Napoli.
