ENZO'S POVI stare at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I study myself. The last time I had taken my time to dress like this, was four years ago, the day I got married to Gianna.I thought such a day would never come again. In fact, I'd promised myself to avoid it. But here I am today. In a few hours, Gypsy is going to be my wife. We're getting married.I know that this is not a real marriage. We're just getting married to help her maintain custody of her son. She'll probably want a divorce as soon as the custody is confirmed.Buy why am I feeling so excited about the wedding. Damn, Enzo."Uncle Enzo." A small voice calls and I turn. I'm met with the sight of Zeke wearing a tuxedo identical to mine. I must say he looks handsome."Yes?" I bend to his height. "Will there be cake?" He asks.I chuckle. "Yes Zeke. A big cake""Hmm" he bites his lips nervously just like his mother always does when she is nervous. I can tell he has more to say"Tell me Zeke. What do you want to say?"
GYPSY'S POVAfter the call, Lena pushes her phone into her bag. "I got to go. Make sure she looks extremely beautiful" She says to the hairdresser and make up artist and practically runs out."Hey Lena, where are you going?" I shout but she's already gone.I frown. What is this Personal Assistant turned wedding planner up to?***Four and a half hours later, I'm staring at a beauty goddess in the mirror. I mean I've dolled myself up on countless occasions whenever Falcon sent me on his missions, but today it's for something different.I'm getting married.I blink, my flattened hands running over the smooth silk material of my gown. It's a simple beautiful fishtail gown that clings tightly to my bust throughout to my waist, enhancing my curves and flowing a little freely around my feet in a flare.The sleeves of the gown are made of lace with beautiful intricate embroidery. My short hair is styled elegantly to one side, the ends braided In loose french braids.The front curled loosely,
The car was filled with an awkward silence as Enzo drove them back to the apartment. Back at the beach, everything had been so lively and exciting. But now as they were heading back, Gypsy couldn't help but wonder; what now?Mrs. Mehra had insisted on taking Zeke home with her in order to remove all 'inconveniences'. Gypsy hadn't even had the heart to tell her that it probably wasn't necessary because her marraige was one of convenience and that there probably wouldn't be a consumation.She glanced at Enzo, at how the light from the other cars illuminated his gorgeous face and how well his tuxedo fitted him, emphasizing his toned body.Fire pulled in her belly. Would he want them to make love tonight? To consumate their 'marriage'?He'd made it obvious more than once that he was attracted to her. She was attracted to him too. They'd nearly crossed the line a while back, so why did it feel like sleeping with him right after their 'marriage' would change everything and make everything
"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
AUTHOR'S POV“It's going to be alright, princess.” Enzo said as he drove. He took one hand off the steering wheel to give Gypsy's hand a reassuring squeeze along with a small smile.Gypsy allowed herself to smile back even though she didn't feel the lightness of the spirit to do so. Because her heart was racing.Today was the custody trial. Today she was going to fight to keep her son. And she couldn't get rid of the gloomy thought that something was going to go wrong today.She nearly jumped out of her skin when Enzo suddenly stopped the car and she realized they were already at the court.“Mrs. Russo. Please remember everything we talked about.” Mr. Saenz, Enzo's lawyer who was representing her, told her from the front passenger seat where he was sitting.“They'll do everything they can to provoke you. They'll try to present you as a bad mother and a bad person. The way you'll react will tell the judge a lot so be careful.”Gypsy nodded, determined to do just that. She wasn't going
SIX YEARS AGOWham!The thunderous slap echoed through the room. Gypsy clutched her stinging cheek, staring eyes-wide at the woman who'd just slapped her. The woman who was supposed to be her mother."You whore. How dare you? How dare you make such stupid allegations? After willingly lying down for him to enjoy you, you dare come here and try to accuse him of rape? How dare you?"Her mother's eyes flashed hot with fury and hate. Linda Mathews had always blamed her for the fact that her father left them and Gypsy was used to the hate in her eyes. But today, it seemed to have gone ten notches higher.A tear slipped down her face. "Mum, please believe me. He...""Shut the fuck up!" A slap was delivered to her other cheek. Gypsy stumbled in shock and pain."After everything he has done for you? After everything he has done for us, how can you repay him this way. How can you try to do this to ME?"All of a sudden, her mother grabbed her her by the hair, causing Gypsy to scream in pain."
GYPSY'S POV"Am I going to lose my son?"Mr. Saenz sighed. "Things are very complicated, Mrs. Russo. We don't have any witness or evidence. I'd been hoping your son's father wouldn't have a strong enough case to actually get custody of your son. But your mother's testimony ruined everything and made Mr. McArthur's claims much more solid even though they may all be lies.""May be?" My mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You think they're telling the truth?""What I think doesn't matter, Mrs. Russo. It's what the judge thinks." Mr. Saenz said. "That's why we came up with a plan. It's our chance to build a case.""What plan?" "Princess," Enzo said, getting from behind me to kneel beside my chair. "You see the earrings you're wearing which I gave you this morning? The one on your left ear is a recorder. A video and voice recorder. We're hoping these wretchs will approach you after here and gloat. Try to make them talk as much as possible. All you have to do is touch the earring and everyth
ENZO'S POV“This is gold!” I exclaim after Saenz, Gypsy and I have finished watching the recording from the recorder that was built into the earring I gave Gypsy.The recorder captured every bit of Gypsy's conversation with those idiots perfectly, both sound and video. And the things said in the recording are extremely incriminating.There's no way the judge will watch this and still rule in favour of that bastard Patrick. Unless Patrick bribes the judge, in which case we'd have an even stronger appeal and have the judge sued as well.“Really?” Gypsy questions, her doubts obvious in her voice.“Of course.” I assure her.The air gets knocked out of my lungs when she suddenly throws her arms around me, pulling me tight into a hug.“Thank you. Thank you.” She says repeatedly.I hug her back, loving the feel of her warmth. Having her in my arms brings me an uncanny sense of contentment. I could hold her like this for hours.“It's like we've really hit the jackpot.” Saenz chimes in. “This