My thoughts swirled as I tried to process the news. Enzo...Nico’s guard was an undercover FBI agent?
A beat passed, then two, then I let out a soft, “Wow.” Because, honestly, I was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, his change in clothing made complete sense. But then, my mind jumped back to Nico. The fact that Enzo was still standing and still breathing was surprising, which raised the question to be asked. “Does Nico know?”
He nodded.
“How did Nico take the news?” I asked.
He let out a relieved chuckle. “Not well, but… well, we’re trying to make it work for your sake.”
Enzo shifted in his seat, his gaze dropping to the floor as he spoke again, his voice softer this time.“I’m so sorry for what you been through, and about your baby.”
I shut my eyes tightly, trying to contain the wave of emotions crashing over me. The memory of my baby being taken from me would forever be etched into my soul, a pain that would take years to recover from.
“Gigi, I need you to know that I genuinely cared about you and always had your best interests at heart,” he added, sincerity shining in his eyes. “That hasn’t changed.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Then, unexpectedly, he pulled me into his arms, and I broke down. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wept for my lost child and all the suffering my family had endured.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here,” Enzo murmured repeatedly, holding me gently.
Eventually, I pulled away, offering him a watery smile. “I’ll be okay.”
He searched my eyes intently, as if seeking the reassurance he needed, and after a moment, he finally nodded
“Can I get you anything?” he offered. “Water?”
I shook my head. “Thanks, but I actually have a question.”
His response was immediate. “You can ask me anything.”
“Is Serafina okay? I haven’t seen her yet, nor has anyone mentioned her. Could you find out for me?” I implored, hoping for any news that might ease my worry. “Gigi, I—” Before he could finish, another knock echoed against the door.
A tall, commanding figure entered, his presence filling the room with an air of sophistication and warmth. His dark eyes, so similar to mine, held a depth of emotion as he spoke.
“Hi, Gigi. You have your mother’s beauty.” His voice, rich and smooth, carried a hint of an Italian accent.
My throat constricted as I searched his face, finding echoes of myself in his features. “My mother?”
His eyes, so like my own, bore into mine. “And you… you have my eyes,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“I told you to wait for my signal.” Enzo glared at the man.
The man turned to him and said, “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What’s going on?” I interjected, my eyes bouncing between them.
The man moved closer, his gaze locked onto mine.
“May I?” He gestured to the empty chair opposite of Enzo.
I nodded, my breath catching as he sat.
“Gigi,” Enzo said softly. I turned to him, confused. “This is what I was going to tell you. But it’s better if it comes from him.” Enzo stood, glancing at the man, then back to me.
“I’ll give you two some privacy.” Then he faced me again. “I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”
