“We should go on a date,” he blurted out.

I blinked at him. “What?”

“Boyfriends go on dates.” He frowned. “I don’t want to be together only in the house.”

I thought about his last relationship. Right, they’d always stayed in the house. He didn’t want to feel like I was treating him the same way Brycen had. Even though I’d never do that shit in a million years. Enzo deserved so much more than to be treated like a bottomless wallet with a dick.

Smiling, I reached out, caressing his cheek softly. “I would love that. Where are we going?”

“I’ll make the arrangements.”

My hand slid down his body, coming to rest on the clean bandages I’d fixed not long ago. “And what about your wound? Are you sure you’re good to be going out?”

“I’ll take it easy. I promise.”

I scoffed. “You don’t listen well enough to take it easy,” I said, shaking my head. “But if you sit down and it’s something like dinner, fine. I won’t bitch too much about it.”

He grinned and kissed me. “Minimal bitching is all I can ask for.”

I slapped his chest. Enzo grunted. Laughing, I walked into the kitchen as my phone buzzed. I stared at the screen before tucking my phone away again.

“Who was that?” Enzo asked.

“My mom.”

“You’re not going to answer it?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. She can wait until we meet up.” Hopefully, without my father. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. I sent her back a quick message letting her know I was alive but nothing more. “You and your brothers talk about everything, don’t you?”

“Pretty much,” Enzo said. “You have to in this life. Secrets can get everyone killed.”

“I could have gotten you all killed,” I pointed out. “You still kept me a secret, didn’t you?”

He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, leaning his chin into the crook of my neck. “Yes, I did. It was a stupid decision. Benito’s probably still irritated with me.”

“What about Giancarlo?”

“He gets over things pretty quickly. Most things.” He kissed my ear. “I need you to get along with them.”

Groaning, I turned around and pushed the hair out of his face. “Fine. I’ll try.”

“They’re just like me.”

“I’m not in love with them,” I pointed out. “And Benito’s an ass.”

Enzo burst out laughing. “Yes, Benito is an ass, but he’s family. You are too now if you’re with me. Just like he looks out for us, he’ll be looking out for you too.”

Great. I’d gone from cop to affiliated with criminals overnight. I looked at the pleading expression on Enzo’s face and deflated right away. Enzo was no better than the rest of them, that’s what I had to come to terms with. If I was in love with him, then I had to at least try to get along with his brothers. Maybe it wouldn’t come overnight, but it would eventually.