No!
Suddenly, Sookie snapped awake.
Her hand jerked away, inhaling sharply, shaking her head and wrapping herself under the spray.
What the hell was wrong with her? Despite the hot water, she shivered, embracing herself against the warm tile wall.
Honestly, she felt sick, perhaps suffering from Stockholm syndrome or some other illness caused by the adrenaline and other brain chemicals from her traumatic experience seriously affecting her mind this time.
How could she be attracted to her captor! She couldn’t understand herself! Why was she still thinking about the man who had tied her up and made her pee in front of him?
She hated herself for thinking about it, for thinking about how wet she still was between her legs.
Sookie angrily shook her head, swiftly turning off the water. Suddenly, her foot slipped, landing on something like soap. As gravity reversed, she gasped and as she collided with the shower wall, she screamed, falling to the ground, taking the shampoo bottle and soap with her.
The bathroom door burst open, and she screamed again.
“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked, covering herself, trying to shield Enzo’s view as he stood in the doorway.
He averted his eyes, furrowing his brow. “I heard you…” He glanced back, chuckling.
“Get out!”
Enzo chuckled. “Did you drop the soap or something?”
She lay on the shower floor like a pitiful ball, one arm covering her chest, trying to hide with a leg.
“Don’t you think this is incredibly rude?!!”
He looked at her. “Not at all.”
She glared at him. “Give me a towel.”
“That’s not a very polite request,” he teased, watching her with a mischievous grin.
“Forget it,” she muttered under her breath.
He laughed. “What did you say?”
“Can’t you stop looking!” Sookie fumed, knowing her face was as red as a baboon’s backside.
“Alright, alright, here.” Enzo stopped teasing her, turning to grab a thick towel for her.
Rolling her eyes, Sookie snatched the towel from Enzo’s outstretched hand. Little girl? She was 23, for crying out loud. Nevertheless, she knew there was a world of difference between them. Looking at Enzo’s shameless expression, she knew he was old inside.
“Please keep your lecherous eyes to yourself, okay?”
As Sookie wrapped herself in the towel and stood up, Enzo couldn’t help but sigh, tutting at the sight of those plump and perky orbs. So lovely.
Enzo turned away at the open door. Sookie turned her back to him, lowering her head, drying her hair and using the extra towel to dry herself off quickly.
“Do you need my help?” Enzo asked after waiting a while, turning to her.
“No!”
Sookie glanced back, immediately screamed, clutching the towel tightly to her body. Her face burned, squinting at the man who was staring at her – his hungry eyes devouring her.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’m an opportunist.”
She tightened the towel, her face hot, her brows furrowing at the bruise left on her shoulder from her escape the previous night.
“Come on, put some clothes on. I’ll get you some ice,” Enzo said, watching Sookie with a look as if he found it amusing that she was afraid he might devour her at any moment.
This time, Enzo didn’t close the door, he headed to the kitchen. Sookie quickly put on Enzo’s t-shirt and boxers, looking at herself in the mirror.
She despised this man! Annoyed, she ran her fingers through her hair, wishing for a brush, carefully tucking her hair behind one ear, straightening her shoulders.
This would make her look more ladylike.
Damn it! She hated herself for caring about her appearance now!
She hated the thought of Enzo’s rough hands and how wet she still was between her legs.
Sookie angrily slapped her face, alright, calm down, get yourself together and go out for a meal!
In the kitchen, Sookie sat on a stool, and Enzo placed a bag of frozen peas on her injured shoulder.
This time, when Enzo tied Sookie’s ankle to the leg of the stool, she only gave him a fierce look rather than kicking him. Enzo’s mouth curved into a smile. Good girl, making progress.
Since Enzo had rescued Sookie from her ex-boyfriend’s place, their relationship had gone through subtle changes. Despite this girl hitting him in the head and shooting him with a taser gun.
Twice.
But it didn’t matter; she now sat obediently in his chair drinking hot milk, like a soft little rabbit. Enzo sliced open a bag of carrots, poured them into a pot, preparing some pastafor them, who hadn’t eaten in 12 hours.
They ate in silence, the only sounds in the entire room being the faint clinking of cutlery and plates, and the quiet chewing of food, eerily quiet. However, Enzo’s mind was not quiet. There was a voice inside him, screaming like a beast’s roar.
What was it?
It was his inner beast. Because he heard a sound. When he stood outside the bathroom door, Sookie’s shower started running, and so did her femininity. When he heard Sookie’s soft, broken moans, he knew.
The beast in Enzo’s mind was roaring, and he struggled to tame it. He clenched his jaw as he chewed, doing his best to lock that animal deep in his mind. Because once it was let out, it would control him, again using his mouth to silence that soft little one.
He would want to slip his hand between her legs, to feel how wet she was.
He wanted to claim that small, innocent body as his own.
He fought against his desires, but the worst part was, he and she were now so close.
“Aren’t you comfortable?” He looked strangely at Sookie, unable to hold back.
Enzo looked up from his pasta, staring across the table at her. “What?”
“I mean, do you work alone?”
“No.”
Sookie rolled her eyes. “So, you’re with a gang or something?”
“Yes.”
Sookie swallowed hard, realizing he wasn’t joking.
“That’s why you – I mean, near the bar -”
“Why was I being chased?”
“Um-” she suddenly closed her mouth.
“Go on,” Enzo coldly glanced at her.
“Yeah, and you had blood on you, and you dealt with a dead body,” Sookie said calmly.
Enzo shook his head. “I did kill someone, but they started it.”
Sookie furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry.” She had misunderstood him.
“It’s fine.”
Enzo recognized that expression, especially from the girls who realized who he was. Once they realized this wasn’t an act and that he wasn’t playing the tough guy, that he was a real enforcer, they would show this kind of expression.
That’s why he could walk into a crime scene, wipe all evidence, burn the scene and not even blink. That’s why he could tie a body to the steering wheel of a stolen car, push it off a bridge into Boston Harbor, and then go for a drink in the bar.
That’s why he could kill and sleep every night like a baby.
He had long ago shut off that part of himself concerning “emotions” because only then could he successfully complete every task.
Sookie looked at him, chewing her food.
“Damn it.”
Enzo’s sudden curse startled Sookie, her eyebrows furrowing. But when he stood up and pulled out a switchblade from his back pocket, she gasped, even though her ankle was still tied to the chair, she tried to avoid him, wanting to run.
Enzo walked around the counter toward Sookie, and she screamed, almost falling.
“No! No-“