MAEVE HAWTHORN.
His gaze lifted as he looked right at me and I gasped, my phone dropping from my hand when I saw the total mess his face was.
If I hadn’t seen him badly injured before I probably wouldn’t have been able to recognize him but even with the knowledge of how injured he is, I couldn’t believe Enzo De-Luca could be badly injured.
Covering my mouth with my palm, I took a step towards him but a violent, remotely loud growl caused me to stop in my tracks.
I felt cold chills run down my spine as I stood, impaled to a spot. It was almost as though he didn’t want me in the same room with him anymore.
Like he doesn’t want me to come closer to him and now that I think about it, he isn’t looking at me even though he looked like he was staring right at me, I could tell that he wasn’t looking at me.
“Y- You- You’re hurt.” I muttered, breaking the shackles that bound me to the spot I was standing and making my way closer to him.
“You’re seriously hurt, you should get the doctor to-”
“This is none of your business,” he retorted, slapping my hand away as I reached to touch him, “leave.” He ordered.
His voice sounded strict, drained of all kinds of emotion. My stomach churned and clenched tight as I looked into his eyes and they were utterly lifeless.
“But-”
“Know your place, Maeve Hawthorn,” he warned, his brows drawing together into an affronted frown, “Get out or I’ll have you thrown out of here.” He added.
My mouth opened as I tried to find the words to say but my mind and head were both blank, I couldn’t think of any word to let out of my mouth.
What the hell happened? Why is he being so cold right now? Why is he back to the Enzo De-Luca that I hated with every fiber of my being?
My hands shook, fingers trembling because even though I wanted to act like I’m not bothered, seeing him covered in blood with a black eye and swollen lower lip, I couldn’t act tough.
I couldn’t possibly pretend like seeing him like that didn’t bother me, he lifted his hand and even though he tried to hide it, his brows showed his pain for a moment and I gasped when I saw the lower left side of his stomach.
Who could have done this to Enzo?
Seeing it hurts. It was as though I was feeling his pain but he was acting as if it’s not a big deal.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” He sneered, a cold congested expression settled on his face as he drew a breath that I knew had to fr painful.
His face had gone grim, his dark, angry facial expression sent fear rippling through every ounce of my being, tearing at every single one of my bones.
It was as though I didn’t know him anymore, like I didn’t recognize the man sitting in front of me. He was totally different and although I expected some kind of change, this was far beyond the type of change that I expected.
His eyes were cold and piercing as they were the first time I’d laid my eyes on him, he didn’t look at me like he’d done yesterday.
“W- What happened, Enzo?” I asked stubbornly, refusing to believe that he had changed in just a matter of hours.
Even a devil like Enzo shouldn’t be able to turn all feelings off in an instant like that, it was almost as if the night we shared meant nothing.
As if those words he’d said to me meant nothing at all, as if the passionate moment he spent in my room didn’t matter and all of it was some sort of act
It can’t be. There’s no way that’s what those things are.
His eyes gleamed like glassy volcanic rocks and he looked like he was about to erupt. This eruption is one thing I wouldn’t want to see at all.
“GET BACK TO THE HOUSE!” He yelled, his voice harsh and so raw that it scared the hell out of me, it scared me so much that not only did I jump, I stumbled on my own feet and fell to the ground.
Fear gripped me, my fingertips went cold and my heart hammered crazily in my chest as I stared into his emotionless eyes.
I wanted to move, to run but I could barely pick myself up. I felt like I’d been paralyzed from the inside by something, my chest hurts and my heart ached.
“MEN!” He roared, his voice resonating through the wardroom and it didn’t take long for his men to come stomping into the room.
He was exactly like a devil now, I couldn’t even look into his eyes, I couldn’t reach out to touch him.
Everything has changed, his aura, the air he emitted and his entire demeanor had become completely unrecognizable.
My head tilted to the side and my eyes met Levi’s but he only stared at me as if he felt sorry for me before looking away.
I had no idea I’d been crying until I tasted the salty tears on my lips. I trembled like a wet leaf and I wanted to storm out of there but I’d been overpowered by a far greater feeling.
“Get her home, drag her if you have to, I don’t care.” He commanded in a lower, huskier tone and with a nod of their heads, his men pulled me up.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? LET GO OF ME!” I writhed, trying to force myself out of their grip but their holds were iron tight and I couldn’t even set myself free.
I looked at Enzo one last time as his men dragged me away but he didn’t say anything and only watched as they bundled me out of his sight.
I tried my hardest to read him but he had always been unreadable. His eyes had a burning, faraway look in them and as the door closed, I hoped he would look my way.
Desperately, I hoped our eyes would meet and he would say something but that didn’t happen.
What was I even thinking? That he would stop them after ordering them to drag me out?
I laughed at myself, I felt stupid, really stupid and extremely angry. Anger was an understatement to describe what I felt right now.
It didn’t make any sense at all, I wanted to find an excuse for him, to justify his attitude towards me after he had fucked the living daylight out of me and made me feel like I could be loved just hours ago.
How can a man change so much?
“I can walk on my own! Let go of me!” I snapped, finally getting out of the men’s hold as I walked in front of them towards the car and opened it to get in.
My stomach remained clenched tight and I did not only feel restless, I was aggravated. The chillness he had about him, the cold air that surrounded him irked me so much that I felt like I was going to throw up.
My annoyance and irritation slowly started building up and leaning towards anger. My fear got replaced by anger and frustration.
Why was I worried about him? Why the hell did I fucking care about him?
He should have died there! His body should have burnt and he should have continued burning in the pit of hell!
He shouldn’t have come back alive! HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING DIED!
“We’re he-” one of his men was going to announce that we’ve gotten home but I pushed the door open and bolted as fast as I could to my room.
“Mae-” I didn’t wait around to hear Clara say anything, neither did I stop until I’d gotten into my room and shut the door.
Tired and breathless, I sat on the floor with my knees up to my chest and my arm wrapped around them.
Why did I care about him?
Why did I believe everything he said and showed to me?
I know better than to let his words and actions sway me so much that I feel this strong attachment towards him.
All men do is lie and cheat and manipulate and guilt trip, how the fuck did I forget about all of that when I grew up teaching it to myself?
Why did I let myself fall so hard for a man that only sees me as nothing but a tool to satisfy his animalistic desires?
He told me he loved me, he made me smile, I laughed with him and yet-
“Maeve?” The knock on the door and the tender feminine voice that called my name put a halt to all of my thoughts.
“Are you okay in there?” She asked. I opened my mouth to answer and again, that was when I realized that I’d been crying.
I’d been crying so hard that not only could I not form a coherent sentence, I couldn’t breathe properly too. I wanted to tell her I’m fine but she’d see right through my lie.
It hurts. It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?