Chapter Twenty-Three

Tension..stunned silence.

You could hear a pin drop without even bothering to listen. Enzo's head was reeling, Gypsy's words echoing over and over in his head.

Because he raped me. Because he raped me.

Anger like Enzo had never felt in a fucking long time, surged through his veins, causing him to bunch his fingers into a fist as images he'd rather do without played in his mind like a horror movie.

Gypsy on the floor, screaming, crying for help...

Growling, he stepped in front of Gypsy and held her arm, feeling a surge of murderous antagonism for the man who'd dared to touch her without her consent.

“Gypsy, who the hell is he?” He asks in a barely controlled outburst.

But she didn't look at him. She probably didn't hear him talking. Her face was a mask of weariness, her eyes emotionless. The blue irises looked void as they stared at the floor.

“You don't know anything about me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, tired. “You don't know what I've been through, how I've survived. You s