ENZO POV

Early Tuesday morning.

It was early, too early to be awake.

But my eyes were opened. And all I could think about was a woman I should be planning to kill.

Love should be the last thing I feel.

But I felt it - right in my chest. I was in love with Rose. Why the fuck should that happen? My legs paced the space in my room and I couldn't stop thinking about it - about her.

Something was not right.

I had been with many women. Many I couldn't count any longer; and this did not happen. What then was the matter? I glanced at the...