~Enzo~
“Why are you here?” he hissed, his grip locking around my wrist, tight enough to sting.
My free hand clenched into a fist.
“Why do you enjoy torturing me every damn chance you get?” I shot back, forcing my face calm so we didn’t cause a scene.
“Because you don’t f*****g listen,” he bit out, eyes burning. “Stay the hell away from me.”
He let go…shoved me.
I stumbled, caught myself, my heartbeat spiking.
And then.
“Enzo Torres,” a deep voice called from ahead.
I froze.
“Mr. Victor,” I said with a nod as he strode up, that smug grin plastered on his face.
“The new basketball court owner,” I added, smirking.
He doesn't miss a chance to taunt me, and bet I don't let him off easily.
“Thought your brother would be here instead,” he said, eyeing me. “Didn’t know you had a thin
