Page 96 of Enzo
“Roman?”
“Huh?”
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing my hair from my forehead.
I nodded, unable to find words for the emotions swirling inside me. I was vulnerable and powerful all at once, And there wasn’t a single ghost in the room with me. I held onto that—this moment, this feeling—as tight as I held him. “More than okay,” I managed. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agreed, understanding what I couldn’t say.
He reached for tissues from the nightstand, cleaning us with gentle hands. I should have felt awkward or embarrassed, but there was none of that, and when I curled into his arms, I was done.
THIRTY-TWO
Enzo
Killian McKendrick,six-five of muscle in a suit, stood at the open door with the kind of ease that suggested this was all a game to him. Relaxed. Unbothered. Like walking into a room full of criminals and secrets was just another Tuesday.
Jamie clocked him instantly, arms folded tight, jaw set like stone. The tension coming off him was a live wire. Where Killian was smooth, Jamie was coiled—ready to strike, ready for a fight. Sparks snapped in the air between them before either said a word. and Rio already had him covered not letting him in. We’d all met each other through Logan, but Killian was still an unknown to us and even though Tudor had given me this cryptic instruction that Lil’ K, aka Killian, could help, I didn’t like him up in our business. Tall and dangerous wrapped in a suit, he was yet another of Tudor’s guys, he was a lawyer and had helped Logan with the custody situation using means that weren’t legal, aka finding video evidence of Cassidy future step-daddy fucking around on Cassidy’s mom. I hated that I needed his chaotic energy now, and I hoped to hell he’d take a payment plan because Doc had wiped me out.
“He’s here for me,” I told Rio, who glanced over at me and then nodded before stepping aside to let him in. I recalled what he’d said to Logan after threatening to take us both down and confronting us with insane attitude.
“Harvard Law, first in my class, 179 LSAT, photographic memory. I paid for tuition on my back, and I don’t owe anyone anything, apart from Tudor who saved me. You’d better believe I took every opportunity that I could to be the best at what I do. I fight dirty as hell, but make it look as innocent as a newborn baby.”
Yeah. That was what we needed.
Was a photographic memory the same as Eidetic like Robbie?
“Enzo,” he said and extended a hand. “Such beautiful eyes.”
“Fuck off,” I snapped, and he winked. Asshole. I shook his hand though because I needed him and his devious shit.
“What happened now?” he asked, shrugging off his suit jacket and placing his briefcase on the nearest pile of tires. I nodded to Rio, who locked the side door and pressed a button to roll down the main shutter doors. Killian tensed, glanced around him, and gone was the flirting, and there was tension in his shoulders.
“There’s someone I want you to meet. Robbie?”
Robbie came out of his room, head buried in a notebook, and then stopped dead when he saw Killian.
“Killian McKendrick,” Killian murmured, and tilted his head.
“Your law books,” Robbie blurted.
“My what now?” Killian asked, peering down at Robbie.
“They’re in my room, your name was in them. I read them all.”
“Cool,” I don’t think Killian knew what to say to that.
“Thank you for leaving them,” Robbie said, and stepped backward, his notebook clutched in his hands, as if he was leaving.
“Wait, Robbie. We need to tell Killian everything,” I said.
Robbie stiffened. “What? No!”
“You need someone on your side.”
“I have you. And Jamie and Rio!”
“Someone who can stop you from being a target.”
