He should have stayed away.
Only one of us can live…
“Stingray,” he says back.
“It’s really you,” I say, fighting to get out of Beckett’s arms. But Beckett doesn’t realize Enzo isn’t a threat yet.
“Kai, when I put you down, I need you to get behind me. And make a run for the door if you get the chance,” Beckett says calmly into my hair.
That’s when I realize Enzo still has a gun pointed at us.
“Enzo, put the gun away,” I say calmly, not sure why he’s drawn his gun in the first place.
“No, Beckett is dangerous.”
I look up at Beckett, who is holding me tightly.
“No, he’s not. My father hired him as security. To protect me. Now, put the gun away.”
Enzo doesn’t drop the gun. “Put Kai down.”
Beckett nods. “You’re right. She shouldn’t be involved in this.”
Beckett walks us back to the door instead of toward Enzo.
“No!” I want to go to Enzo, not away.
Beckett turns his back to Enzo, shocking the hell out of me as he puts me on the ground at the door. “Run,” he says.
I do run, just not in the direction he wants me to run.
I run right into Enzo’s arms.
The gun lowers as Enzo wraps his arms around me.
We both exhale all of our pain at the same time as we hold each other. Everything we’ve been dealing with for the last few weeks is gone the second I hit his arms.
The fear.
The pain.
The ache.
All gone.
“I thought…I thought you were dead,” Enzo says, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
His hand brushes against my cheek as he runs his hand through my hair messily brushing it away from my face so he can look int
o my eyes—that are tear-stained and red.
We both forget about Beckett. All we see is each other.
Enzo grabs my neck and pulls me into the deepest kiss. A kiss that brings me back from the dead. A kiss that reminds me what love is and what I almost lost. A kiss that is more than a kiss, it’s hope.
When Enzo pulls away, he’s quickly brought back to reality. He grabs me and shoves me behind his body as he once again aims his gun at Beckett.
“Don’t! He’s on our side! He was just trying to protect me. He didn’t realize who you were,” I say, grabbing onto Enzo’s arm, trying to get him to lower the gun.