ENZO'S POVDrive past. Drive past. Drive past.My brain keeps yelling at me. However, it seems like my hands and my legs have other plans. The two traitors team up and force me to steer the car off the road and stop right in front of Gypsy where she's obviously waiting for a taxi.Bending a little, I peer at her confused face. "Get in. I'll take you home."Her eyes widen from surprise, but she shakes her head. "Oh, you don't have to. I'm fine with taking a taxi.""Gypsy..." I say lowly.She visibly gulps. Stepping forward, she opens the door and gets inside my Porsche.She looks out the window as I begin to drive, like she finds whatever is outside very fascinating. Silence settles between us and it's not the pleasant kind. It's tense and awkward.What else did I expect? In fact, what the heck am I doing?I should be asking her for directions to her house, but what comes out of my mouth shocks me. "Let's go have dinner together."Gypsy's head snaps in my direction, her big eyes much w
ENZO'S POVIt's a dream. It's all a fucking dream and I'm going to wake up soon. After all, things don't happen so quickly in real life. One moment, Gypsy can't be walking away from me because she's pissed off by my words, and the next she can't be getting shot.It just doesn't happen like that.A snowball of reality crashes my denial away when Gypsy begins to fall. I reach out, holding onto her body and falling with her.No. No. No. No.“Gypsy... Gypsy!” I call out frantically.Her eyes open, but I've never seen her look so stunned. They shot her in her ribs. Reality whips me with the belt of realization.They didn't shoot her. She jumped in front of that bullet. For me. To save me. Even after all the horrible things I told her. Even after I was such a jerk to her.She risked her life to save mine.Why Gypsy? Why won't you ever let me be a jerk and not feel remorseful?I look up just in time to find a hand holding a gun retreating back into a speeding black Aston. The hand that pulle
ENZO'S POVI pace to and fro on the LVT floors of the hospital, unable to rest my butt or my mind for that matter. Not when Gypsy is inside the operation theater battling for her life.All because of me. Fuck, I still can't believe she jumped in front of the bullet for me.“I brought the car, bro.” I hear Dante's voice behind me.Without hesitation, I turn and pull him into a tight hug. He stiffens and I can't blame him for it. Between the two of us he's always been the emotional one, always initiating hugs that make me cringe.Not so today. Damn, I've never felt the need for so much comfort in a very long time.“She saved my life, Dante. She jumped in front of that bullet for me.” I say shakily.Dante holds me for a little longer. “Enzo, calm down and talk to me.” He says, nudging me back to look at my face. “How did it happen? Did you see who did it?” His jaw clenches suddenly. “Don't tell me it was that old man. Fuck, I told you not to mess with him because he could be dangerous.
GYPSY'S POVMy eyes finally snap open only to be assailed by blinding lights. I groan.“The lights...the lights.”I hear a deep male voice, then some shuffling and moving around. Finally, the light on my eyelids is not so intense anymore.I open them to find Mr. Forestry standing at the foot of my bed. “What... What happened? What am I...”The events suddenly play in my mind like a horror movie. Enzo saying those mean things to me. I being hurt and deciding to leave. Seeing the white Aston, the guy pointing the gun at Enzo. I shouting Enzo's name and running to push him aside only to feel the excruciating pain in my ribs. The pain. The breathlessness. The feeling like my soul is being ripped out of my body. I've never been so scared.My breaths are heavy all of a sudden. Enzo is by my side in a second. “Hey, are you okay?”He tries to touch me but I swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.”“You saved my life.” He says.“Thank you very much for the much-needed information,” I respond sar
ENZO'S POVZeke walks towards Mrs. Mehra and me and fits himself in the space between us. He looks up at me with fascinated blue eyes. Damn, he really does look like his mother.“Why are you so big?” Zeke suddenly says, snapping me out of my thoughts.I blink, raising my eyebrow at him. What sort of question is that?“Are you superman? Or hulk?”Okay someone has been watching a lot of superhero movies lately.Said someone brings his arms up. “Pick me. Pick me up!”So demanding. What the hell? He couldn't even ask me. I look at Mrs. Mehra and she shrugs. Going down, I grab him by the waist and bring him up, wondering what he wants.Immediately, he starts to feel my shoulders, my biceps. This kid is weird.“Wow. Your mus-kles are so big. One day I'll be just like you. Superman or Hulk. With big mus-kles.” He vows.I chuckle. “Muscles, big guy. Muscles.”“Whatever. Put me down.” He says in the same demanding tone.I put him down in front of me. He turns to look at Mrs. Mehra. “Is my mummy
ENZO'S POV"You will?" The doctor asks thoughtfully. "I thought you two just... never mind."I risk a glance at Gypsy to find her glaring daggers at me. I smile tightly at her. I know she's not pleased with my announcement but what else did she expect?Mrs. Mehra said Gypsy doesn't live with her. She also said Gypsy has no family, which means she lives alone. Her neighborhood might be crowded, but it's mostly filled with scoundrels; not a place to be when she's already vulnerable.My offer is the best one available."Yes, I'll take her to my house so that I can take care of her myself." I affirm. She saved my life. This is the least I can do."Fine then. But Gypsy, I'll keep you here one more night for some observations. You will go home tomorrow if I decide it's not too much of a risk. Is that okay?"Gypsy nods, but her eyes are trained on me. It feels like she wants to burn me down with that look. The nurse hands over some drugs to me and tells me they're painkillers just in case.
GYPSY'S POV“You live here?” I ask, more to myself than to Enzo who is sitting in the front passenger seat.His friend who's name I remember to be Dante is driving us to Enzo's place, and I can't help but gape at my environment. This settlement is no doubt reserved for the upperclassmen, the creme de la creme who have nothing to do with their money but spend on extravagances.It's a settlement every normal person would love to live in, something most people would consider the ultimate goal. Not me.I mean, it's not like this isn't exhilarating but it's far from my ultimate goal. The day I achieve my ultimate goal will be the day I find myself finally free of the bastard called Falcon, but since we know that day is never gonna come, I guess I just have to live in every moment of bliss I encounter.Which is also so fucked up because this small amount of calm and satisfaction I'm feeling is based on the fact that my plans to destroy the man I'm falling so hard for is going extremely we
GYPSY'S POV“Did you hear me, Miss Mathews?” The detective's voice startles me. I realize that both he and Enzo are waiting for an answer. I let out a nervous chuckle. “You see, Detective, my budget has never been able to afford rent, even in a rundown place like that.” The detective cocks his head as if asking, so?“I lived with a cousin of mine. She paid the rent and helped with whatever small income I had.” I quickly add.Detective Swartz nods. “You spoke in the past tense. Does that mean you don't live with her anymore?" Swartz questions.“No... She... Uh... She got married a few months ago."“Which means you live alone now?” The detective asks. I nod. “I thought you said your budget has never been able to afford rent.”“Yes. But my cousin, the guy she married is well-to-do and all. She paid half a year's worth of rent for me and my son. We've been living off of that.”The detective leans back on the couch and nods thoughtfully. “And so this cousin of yours, what's...”“I don't