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He leaned forward to kiss me, but I basked up shaking my head. "Seriously I'm gross. I need a shower. Or many six."

He shook his head with a grin.

"Fine."

He lifted me in his arms like I couldn't walk all of a sudden. I realized quickly though, that my legs were shaking from the adrenaline of shooting Tommaso. I just killed a man. But, I'd be lying if I said I felt bad. Not even a little guilty. I wanted to protect Enzo. I didn't care what that might entail if it meant he was safe in the end.

I was surprised the shots even hit the target.

"No, wait a fucking minute!" Stefano stepped in Enzo's way, blocking him from bringing me to the bathroom.

"What the fuck was that, Enzo?!" Now Alessio was next to Enzo, fuming with visible anger.

Dante's face was red, with tears streaming down his face. I looked at them all. It broke my heart. They didn't know what was about to go down. They thought he was going to sign off some papers probably or give him some keys and that would be it. He didn't tell them this was suicide- that he willingly agreed to the suicide.

"We'll talk about this after I help Lilly take a bath," he spoke with no room for objection and they must have understood that because they nodded with scowls.

"I'm sorry," I spoke quietly before Enzo kept walking.

"Don't be, not you that should be apologizing," Dante growled at Enzo. "I'm glad you're okay." His hand cupped my cheek lightly, but I flinched from the bruise I had there.

"Yeah, me too," Alessio and Stefano agreed at the same time.

They kept eyeing Enzo angrily as he walked us out of the room and toward his room to his bathroom. It was the biggest one in the house.

"There you go," Enzo murmured as he set me down on the sink as gently as possible.

He was looking at me like I might shatter any second, or perhaps get stolen right out from under him if he blinked.

He turned the faucet on and walked back over to me.

"Lilly, I'm so sorry I didn't protect you better. I promise I'll never let you get hurt again. I love you so much. I was a coward not to say it sooner. I thought that saying it out loud would put a target on your head. I was stupid. Please, learn to trust me again. I'll never fail you again. You are everything to me."

He sounded like he was spiraling. Did he think I was going to leave him?

"Enzo, stop, relax. I trust you. You never lost my trust. I knew you would save me. I trust you always."

"I love you, angel," he kissed my ear as he lifted me up and then into the tub. The water was warm and full of bubbles that smelled like lavender and vanilla.

"Can I wash you?"

I nodded, "please, daddy." It slipped out of my mouth easily. I liked it when he took care of me like this. I needed it.

"Of course, baby," Enzo's fingers tickled down my cheek. His gentle fingers ran through my hair cupping some water

His hands were soft as they started rubbing the body wash onto my shoulders and down my arms, scrubbing with care.

"Will you come in with me? I want to lay on you," I pouted, knowing he'd say yes.

"Yeah, baby," he agreed as he started stripping. My eyes caught on his bruised torso and bandages.

"Wait, are you sure you can. I don't think you should get that wet, Enzo," I quickly protested, remembering that he got the brunt of the accident.

"I don't care," he argued then winked at me. I blushed unable to stop myself.

"You're an idiot. I love you so much."

"Definitely. An idiot for you, baby. But, don't think I won't be punishing you in the future for that little attitude," he smirked at me.

I was flustered in a matter of milliseconds. He knew me too well.

"Good, I'll keep a list of my offenses. That way, you don't forget any when the time comes." I laughed again.

He was naked now and sliding down behind me into the massive white bathtub. The water went higher on my body when his body displaced it and it felt like a warm hug on my skin. I wrapped my arms around my keens, sitting in a curled-up position.

His arms pulled me against him. Our bodies fit so well, mine so small compared to his. I knew this was it for me. I'd marry Enzo if he asked me. I'd say yes at this very moment. I wouldn't think about it. It would be an of course, as simple as that.

My head lay on his chest, warm and strong behind me. His hands continued to wash me, but I could barely feel the sensation. My head was so busy swimming with thoughts of our future. I'd go wherever Enzo went. What was better was that I knew he'd do the same for me. This was not one-sided like I feared when he didn't say he loved me back.

I was his Angel, but he was my devil, and I liked it that way.