The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games 2]

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to go home early for a change, too tired to burn more mental energy on G

anax. Spending time with him was always better than taking anti-depression meds. He almost always kn

with him anytime I want. I couldn't call him up every day because I knew he was busy with a lot of work—his father clea

s was, I had to dedicate most of my time and attention on schoolwork and trainings. I

mother's redundant encouragement the past couple of months. "Just o

at I would get into a residency program here in New York so I could stay close to my family. B

my long walk back to the apartment, an expensive-

ignore it and walked on with my notebook

with a poker-faced Lorenzio Tomassini behind the wheel. My

en did he even fl

smile that didn'

re you

logi

Students started teeming the path, making me feel uneasy while my unexpected

you're t

asty pace along the sidewalk. "I

sor

nd money. Didn't he have multiple businesses to manage and check up on every day

he guy sighed and sound

hy

honked loudly behind us and drove past his

me things but I didn't listen to h

issues with Maxim then." The hood of h

Seriously? "You could'

where? Have lun

tinued to avoid his eyes. Some concern intruded into my thought

raight to your place after we t

uld I tr

kept up an embarrassing turtle pace. More students teemed along

ng sleepless nights. "I don't hate you

ns tell me

hastily stepped into his car, cha

brows at us. They looked intrigued and...somewhat amused

d in the passenger seat. His cologne smelled so familiar and made me feel

t. A dress shirt. Plus an old pair

at my face as I sat in the passenger seat. "How

ed windshield. It would be sunset in a few hours. I kinda missed him, but I didn't want to spe

or me to buckle up befor

out. One last tim

have enough privacy. I didn't want to be stuck in his car with him sit

ce didn't make me uneasy to the point of terror. It wa

again and to talk to me in person. I just didn't know what else to say to him or if...he wanted to say something else besi

ht frown, his pale blue-green eyes a

d use one. "How you been?" I handed him a glass of cold water and noticed he was plain

d table. No TV. No rug. No other décor. I preferred a minimalist space. But he probab

still some two feet away from me, his hands on h

ome urgent matters to check up on to make sure his biotech company was faring wel

ate myself as much." Enzo closed his eyes and pinche

hadn't had much sleep the previous night. I held onto his wrist and pushed him towards

and his brown hair looked longer, hanging inches below his sharp jawline. There were some gray strands in his wavy hair, but they d

a more mellow tone af

he dealing with serious business prob

ed and distractedly stared

ome citrus fruits and vegetables, and he was used to dining in fancy restaurants. But maybe we could go somewhere so I could

stared at my fac

and acted like I needed to check the kitchen. "If you're not in a hurry, I can fix you something." I open

inned at me and got up from th