Chapter 20: SHATTERED MEMORIES

DIANA'S POV

I was back in my room… Enzo's house… part of me was quite relieved to come back here but another was sad because I used up my card of escape and wasted it.

What if it was my only opportunity I discarded?

That wasn't what was bothering me at the moment, Enzo was shot on his shoulder by one of Carlos' men and I haven't heard from him… it's been three days now.

Franco had told me he was okay but didn't say anything further. I felt helpless and disappointed in myself. Why was I worried about a man who derived pleasure in causing me pain and selling me to Carlos… that's if it was true because He neither agreed to the claim nor denied it.

My memories vividly went to that night, how I had shouted Enzo's name and how his men came from different angles to protect their Don. His face masked with rage but I could see the pain in his eyes. I  had rushed towards him to stop the blood from oozing more from his shoulders and I couldn't forget the look he gave me.

Did he regret his actions?

“Arrgh, what am I thinking about?” I ruffled my hair as I sat on the bed. This was hard for me, why couldn't I stop thinking about him? Maybe if I saw him once, this feeling would go away.

Without wasting much time, I stood up and went to the door. I prayed in my heart that it would turn open and to my surprise it did.

I had noticed the last time I tried to escape that Enzo had stopped locking me inside but deep down, I knew there was no way for me out of the compound. Sighing heavily, I left my room and glanced around.

I saw  a door opposite mine and I knew it was Enzo's room. I was torn between opening the door or searching somewhere else. But what if he was bedridden in the room?

Summoning up all the courage in me, I slowly opened the door and peeped in. There was no one inside… as I darted my eyes quickly around the room my eyes immediately caught sight of a familiar object.

I walked into the room and went straight for the object. I gazed at it with mixed emotions as tears formed in my eyes.

It was a picture.

It wasn't just any picture, it was a picture of Enzo and I when we were younger, when everything was normal and everyone was happy. I picked up the small picture frame and held it close to my chest hoping it could cure the pain I felt there.

Where have things gone wrong? How did everything turn dark and scary? A frown suddenly came to my face as I dropped the picture.

“Why would he place this picture in an obvious place?” I questioned aloud. This was an insult to our childhood memories or was it guilt he felt?

A quick footstep caught me off guard and I looked up immediately to Enzo staring at me in surprise.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asked,more calmly than usual.

My eyes left his face and went to his shoulders. I didn't know if he was okay since he was dressed in a black suit.

Enzo's dark gaze caught mine as he walked closer to me. His eyes darted to the picture which was now facing down.

“Why do you still have this picture?” I asked in a tone mixed with fury and sadness.

“It's mine so I have every…

“No you don't!” I caught him off because I knew what he wanted to say. I couldn't bear to hear it.

“This picture.” I paused, picking up the picture and shoving it to his face. “ It was a sweet memory of my friend and I…I lost him a long time ago and you have no right to hold this with you!” I yelled.

I searched through his eyes and I could swear I saw a flash of guilt before it changed back to his usual expressionless face.

“You no what.” I started as I sniffed. “You don't deserve to have this with you.” I spoke before throwing it hard on the floor, shattering the glass.

I pushed him aside and walked out of the room. I didn't want to see his reaction  before I regret my actions so it was best I fled to my room.  I knew what I did was not right as somewhere within me was happy he still cherished our childhood.

It's been a few hours now, as I  sat on my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, did I over react? Still in my thoughts, Enzo barged into the room and locked the door.

I stood up in awe and fear at his actions and just as I was about to confront him, I felt a softness on my lips and a rough palm hold my waist, drawing me nearer to him.

Enzo was kissing me.

It was all so sudden that I couldn't push him away. I tasted the liquor in his mouth and I couldn't help but wonder if he had been drinking. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he deepened that kiss, savoring every inch of my lips, I found myself succumbing to his desires and I kissed him back, tasting more of the liquor.

A slight groan came from him and our lips parted with a smirk. I glanced at him in confusion and I traced his current gaze to his shoulders.

Gasping in guilt, I removed my hands from his wounded shoulders and stepped back a little.

“I'm sorry.” I whispered.

Enzo nodded slowly and blinked slowly at intervals, I finally took a closer look at him and came to the conclusion that he was drunk.

Was that why he kissed me?

I glanced back at Enzo who came closer and dropped unconscious on the bed.