Chapter 3
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Enzo’s POV
I shouldn't have stopped. My hands were in the wheel like I could've driven past . That was what I should've done.
In a city like this kindness had teeth. But yet, I stopped. Maybe it was because I saw the fear in her eyes and heard the panic in her voice. Or was it the fact that she was drenched from the rain. Or was it the helpless way she clung to my car door as if her life depended on me opening it and letting her in.
When I had opened the window and listened to her speak in breathless frozen fragments. They killed my father … they’re looking for me… please, you have to help me.
I listened.
I said nothing. No promises of safety. I just watched her unravel in absolute silence until there was nothing left but the truth. She stopped.
I opened the door. Letting her into my car. She stared at me like I was her knight and shining armour. Like I did save her. I let her believe it.
I stared out into the night towards the iron gate that stood guarding everything that was mine. Maybe I should drive her back and leave her by the road side. For all I know she might be a threat once I take her past those gates.
This was the first time I was having difficulties making a decision when it comes to helping a stranger. This was actually the first time I had helped a stranger ever since the incident.
I turned my attention back to the sleeping girl beside me. She looked peaceful for someone that had escaped death.
I had felt her watching me. So it was only fair I returned the favor.
This time I really glanced at her. I looked at her not as the helpless liability that had run in front of my car. That I had foolishly picked up from the road side.No, but as a woman who was sitting beside me wrapped in shocked and borrowed silence.
Tanya.
“Tanya McLean”. I whispered her name.
Her hair was dark and still slightly damp. Same goes for the thin fabric of dress that clung to her form. She looked fragile like that.
Too fragile for the night she’d just survived.Curled slightly toward the door as if she still expected someone to rip it open and drag her back into the rain.
There were shadows beneath her eyes. The type that was carved from softness,stunned ones of someone who had seen something she was never meant to witness. Someone whose world had shattered all at once.
Before I can change my mind I drove into the opened gates.
The iron closed and swallowed us whole.
The driveway stretched ahead of us,long and winding, lit by low amber lights that cast sharp shadows across stone and steel. My home. My fortress. My hideout. My hell.
She stirred beside me. As if sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Her fingers twitched against the cloth pressed against her wound, breath hitched slightly like her body knew something was about to change.
I stepped out of the car and moved towards her side. Opening the door carefully so I wouldn't wake her up.For a moment I stood there staring at her because lifting her into my arms. She was lighter than i expected.
Too light.
This was a mistake.
I mistake that I was already regretting.
The doors to the house slid open automatically, sensing my approach. The lights inside shifted from dim security mode to a warm, low glow, illuminating marble floors and high glass walls that reflected nothing but shadows.
My empire.
My sanctuary that never felt like it.
Silence was what greeted me the moment I stepped inside.
I was thankful for that because if they saw me carrying a bleeding woman into the house there would be a lot to answer for. Not after the incident not after I had sworn not to bring anyone of the opposite s*x into my house and not to let any near me.
Maybe the boys went out to the south warehouse I couldn't be so sure. Because they couldn't have left her all alone at home right. The moment the thought of here being alone crossed my mind I hurried towards the private wing.
My wing. The only place in this house that didn't feel like a battlefield, the only place that doesn’t hold her memories in them. I pushed open the door to the spare room that was adjacent to mine, I stepped inside and laid her carefully on the bed.
She stirred and moaned in pain the moment the mattress dipped. But still didn't wake up.
I examined how serious the wound was and called for doctor Allen. I had just placed the call when footsteps and voices echoed down the hall.
Male voices echoed down the hall, they were heading this way.
I pulled the duvet over her still body.
Too late.
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