Serafina

A few weeks earlier…

I watched Enzo walk into the elevator, my entire body numb with disbelief.

He was leaving me.

He was fucking leaving me.

How was this possible? My mind couldn’t correlate this man with the man I’d gotten to know these last weeks. The one who’d offered me an obscene amount of money just to fuck me. Who’d hunted down the bastard who’d sold me to human traffickers. The man who’d then stolen me back, killing everyone who got in his way. The man who’d lost his mind when I’d tried to leave him. I could not equate that man with this man who had just...