Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

Instead, it’s just the two of us. And it’s the first time in years I don’t fear the ocean. Even if we died here in the water, this moment would be worth it. This moment of connection with a man I love. That’s what I want out of life—love. I realize how empty my life was before without it.

And I’d rather have love and die young from heartbreak than spend a long, lonely life without love.

We both stop automatically as we near the yacht. As I suspected, someone noticed our absence and stopped the yacht. We climb up on the back, soaked, exhausted, and naked.

But it’s not time for rest.

Enzo pushes me down onto my back as his body engulfs me. We don’t have a condom, but neither of us cares. The chances that I am capable of getting pregnant are slim. What’s more important is this connection.

Enzo enters me, and my entire body feels home again. This is what has been missing from my life, and I’m never letting it go.

Milo will have to pull Enzo from me with all the force of the world to keep me away from him. And I know that Milo doesn’t have that kind of power. The kind is bigger than anything of this world. That’s the kind of power needed to separate me from Enzo.

He thrusts so deep inside me I can’t distinguish from where he ends and I start. I’ve never felt so connected to him.

“The games can’t hurt us,” I start as he thrusts silently.

“The truth can’t hurt us,” I continue.

“The lies can’t hurt us,” he finishes.

“Because we have something greater—”

Enzo doesn’t let me finish my sentence. His lips crash down on mine. Taking my breath away with a kiss I’ve been desperate for. A kiss I needed more than I needed air. And the kiss is everything. It is love itself even if Enzo would never admit it out loud.

Nothing can hurt us, not anymore, because we have something greater…

22

MILO

“SIR, ROWAN EVANS IS HERE,” Vito says, stepping into the office.

I sit in my chair behind my desk—pissed and angry.

I don’t know why the man who stole Kai from me wanted an audience. But I allow him to come, if for no other reason than I can shoot him in person.

The door opens again, and Rowan steps inside.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise. I didn’t think you would ever be willing to face me, not after what you did,” I say.

“Did I hurt you?” Rowan asks, his eyes searing.

“Not physically, but you took from me.”

“And it earned me Enzo Black’s trust.”

I study him. “Why do you hate Enzo Black?”

“Because his father took someone I loved from me—my wife. And I swore on her life I would get retribution. He’s already dead, but I’ll settle for killing his son.”

My eyes darken. I was ready to kill this man for taking from me, but I might be willing to forgive the sin if he helps me take down Enzo Black.

“I assume you gave him the whore back?” I ask.

“Yes, but she’s not just a whore. She is so much more.”

I huff. “I don’t care if she’s a fucking princess. I want to steal her back and make her my whore. Then I want Enzo Black to die slowly, and watch him suffer.”