Is Trust Really Earned?

Chapter 18

Savannah’s POV

The last couple of weeks have been crazy after I got out of the hospital, I was back on bed rest for two weeks, thankfully there was no real physical damage done to me that night. I haven’t been to work and therefore haven’t been able to contact Morgan.

I know he would have called Taylor by now, but I haven’t been able to talk to him yet either. I know I’m being watched by both my family and the Marino’s; they didn’t trust me dropping everything so easily.

I have detached myself from everyone and I’m getting sick of acting hurt now, I really need to get back into my training. If I spend some time sticking to nothing but training everyone will think I’m finally letting out my anger, they know that wallowing in misery is not me but as I’m not allowed to do anything but watch tv I have become withdrawn.

I need to get this anger out and f*****g fast because I am about to explode, while I’m huffing and puffing trying to get comfortable on my too soft bed there is a knock on my door before it opens. My mother steps in followed by my doctor, I sigh in relief before asking “Please tell me I can get up now, I’m fine.” I cross my arms over my chest huffing again.

My mother rolls her eyes and the doctor chuckles, my mother turns to the doctor “She has become a drama queen since leaving the hospital, are you quite sure she didn’t have an attitude transplant by mistake?” I narrow my eyes at her as she and the doctor burst into laughter, I huff again throw my covers off swinging my legs, so my feet are on the floor.

My doctor notices my bid for freedom first and instantly stops laughing replacing his smile with a scowl, now he huffs before saying “I don’t think so young lady, put them feet back in that bed I will tell you when you can get up.” I roll my eyes at his stern tone but do as he asked putting my feet back on the bed, he stepped up to me as my mother left us to it. An hour later and tons of tests he finally gives me the ok, informing me that I can in fact go back to full activities.

As soon as he leaves me, I jump out of bed and run to shower, once I’m dressed, I head down to the kitchen. As I step inside the doctor is there telling my parents that things are all good and I am free to continue as normal, we bid him goodbye, and I grab some food before heading down to the gym.

I have to keep an emotionless expression as I’m meant to be anger about everything going on, Enzo has hardly been to see me claiming his busy with work when I do hear from him speak to him. I know he feels guilty about me getting hurt again, I need to show him I’m not some kind of doll that can’t manage what I face.

I got the all clear on Monday so I decide that a week of hardcore training is long enough to convince everyone that I believe everything I’ve been told about the Quinn’s, I in fact know exactly who is to blame and I can’t wait to rip his world apart. When I’m in the gym I turn the sound system up and I just go at it, I ignore the world around me and only concentrate on the workout I’m doing.

My father has tried to train with me so he can talk but every time I just walked to another corner and continued exercising. It has been four days since I started training again, the only time I have spoken to anyone was either my mother or doctor. I am never mute, and I know people are starting to worry, but they will relax come Monday when I’m back to throwing myself into work that is normal behavior for me.

As soon as I’m back in the office I will contact Morgan and Taylor, I am not worried about my office being bugged because of the new piece of software Taylor and I came up with. It doesn’t matter what type of bug is installed this handy bit of software connects to it, then if it’s a camara it sets said camara to loop from just before whenever I start using the device it is on.

If it is a mic, then it plays the sound of me leaving the office and then silence until I finish then it sounds like I re-enter. It took us years of development, I started it for my father when I found out what he did for a living, I’m obviously advanced for my age so I understood the danger of this life from the start. I thought I could help mine and the Marino families, shame I’m having to use it against both.

Don’t get me wrong I am not doing anything to hurt my family but going against orders is classed as disloyalty regardless of who you are, so in contacting Morgan I am betraying my family and the Marino’s. I just hope when the truth does come out both families understand why I did whatever I do next, and I am forgiven by my father.

At that thought the pit in my stomach returns and I nearly vomit, I have to stop these what if thoughts and concentrate on what is happening now. I am only doing this to keep myself and Enzo safe, I have no doubt that when Dante realizes that Enzo’s death is the only thing that can tear us apart, he won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

I don’t scare easy but what does scare me is thinking you know someone wholeheartedly only to find out you didn’t know them at all, that’s what frightened me with Dante I never should have trusted him. Dante claims to love me but I think he just wants what he knows he can never have, if he truly loved me, he would do what Morgan did and push his feelings aside to insure my happiness.

I have so many thoughts swirling around my head right now I don’t notice the damage I’ve done to the punching bag or my fist until the bag explodes, sand gets in my bleeding cut knuckles dragging me from my dark place. I hiss out loud and kick the pile of sand on the floor, all it does is cause sand to fly up into my face and eyes.

I start chocking and bend over to cough up all the sand now in my throat when I feel a pair of hands on my, I stiffen about to defend myself when I hear Enzo say, “f**k Savannah, are you alright?” I can only nod in response as I’m still catching my breath, Enzo growls and I look at him to see what his problem is.

I follow his gaze to my own knuckles, I chuckle and quickly move my hands behind my back before saying “I’m fine, it's nothing honestly.” Enzo tenses looking at me before growling “Let me see them then.” I gulp before slowly bringing my hands back in front of me. Enzo grabs both my wrists causing me to flinch a little as pain shoots through both hands, he turns them so he can see my knuckles before snapping his eyes to mine.

I can see him trying to hold his anger in as he says, “That is not nothing, come I’m taking you to see he doctor.” I gasp as he grabs me behind the knees knocking my feet out from under me and catching me, storming to the doctors holding me close. As his walking I feel him sign before he says, “Baby I know what Morgan did has hurt you, but you can’t keep hurting yourself because of it.” I tense at first.

Sighing myself before replying “I know you’re right I need to get my mind off of everything, I’m going back to the office Monday hopefully work helps. Sorry I’ve been absent a lot recently, I don’t blame you for any of this I hope you know that.” I hate lying to him, but I have to for now.

Enzo’s whole body seems to relax at my words before he nuzzles my neck saying “Baby I’m the one that’s been absent, I feel so guilty. I never meant for you to get hurt that night I swear, and I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

I snuggle further into his chest whispering “I could never hate you.” in that moment I have never believed anything more. The doctor had to stich a couple of my knuckles before he wrapped the whole lot in bandages, telling me not to remove them for ten days unless to clean or redress them.

Enzo takes me back to my room to rest for the night, as he drops me at my door, he seems nervous and keeps shifting his feet. I chuckle at him and ask “Okay, what’s got you all giddy.” I have to stop the burst of laughter threating to come out at his expression to my question.

He looks around before shyly looking me in the eye and asking “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night? I mean we are engaged, and I’ve never taken you out on a date, I want to get to know the Savannah you have become since I went away.”

I literally am melting right now, how the f**k did I get so lucky I smile at Enzo before answering “Of course, that’ll be amazing.” Enzo has a blush creeping up his neck and I can’t help but smirk at him, he quickly clears his throat clearly embarrassed. He gives my cheek a gentle kiss then says “Okay, great. I will pick you up at seven, wear something formal but not ball style.” I finally burst out laughing as he turns and runs down the stairs and out the front door.