Chapter Thirty-Six

"Answer me, Gypsy!" Enzo bellowed.

Gypsy's heart was beating twenty miles per minute as she slowly sat up, taking in the murderous rage glimmering through Enzo's eyes that'd turned his normally green eyes into a dangerous shade of grey.

This couldn't be happening. God, no!

It'd been so long. These scars had been with her for so long that she'd literally forgotten about their existence or cared about their existence, as if they were already part of her skin.

Scars caused by cigarette butts and other hot burning metals.

It hadn't occurred to her that Enzo would never see these scars and think she was born with them or something.

Fuck, the scars didn't even come to mind.

"I'm asking you something, Gypsy!" By now Enzo was breathing hard, his jaw ticking furiously.

He shifted her breasts around to see more scars and shot to his feet, glaring down at her.

"Who the fuck did these things to you, Gypsy? And don't fucking tell me that it's no one. Because unless you have some kind of self-harm