I left water on the nightstand and made my way downstairs. Each number that lit up on the elevator felt like a reminder of what I was leaving behind. A body I’d lost myself in.

Don’t worry. It will happen again. I reminded myself of that, closing my eyes momentarily. The ding of the elevator had me shoving everything away and sinking back into the numbness I surrounded myself with for day-to-day life.

“Mr. Vitale,” the front desk woman greeted.

“I’m checking out.”

She nodded. “Shall we leave it vacant?”

“Yes.”

Her slender fingers flew over the keyboard before she lifted her head. “All taken care of, sir.”

I didn’t step away, and she patiently waited for me to say what else I needed. “Breakfast and wake up call at five thirty.”

She didn’t question me as she typed in the note. “Consider it done, sir.”

Stepping out of the hotel, the crisp night air chilled me further. I fought the urge to glance back at the hotel. There was no way he would be up yet. If he was I wouldn’t mind playing with him a little longer. Although if I didn’t get started on cleaning up the crooked cops dropped from our payroll, Benito would put a bullet through my skull.

As much as death was beautiful and alluring to me, I didn’t have a death wish.

Ringing. Constant, annoying, ringing. It infiltrated the dream I was having and I groaned as I reached out, slapping at the nightstand and searching for my phone. Instinctively, I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear.

“What?” I mumbled.

“Good morning. This is your five-thirty wake-up call. Breakfast will be up in twenty minutes. Can I get you anything else?”

I peeled open an eye. What the fuck is going on? Shifting in the bed, my legs brushed against sheets that weren’t my off-brand, bargain bin kind. Everything hurt. I pushed my fingers through my hair and rubbed at my eyes, trying to make my brain function.

“Sir?”

“Huh? No,” I muttered. As I glanced around, the night raced back to me. “Shit!”

I hung up as the woman asked if I was okay. All I could think about was the fact that I was in a strange hotel room. And the most horrifying truth of all.

I’d fucked the enemy last night.

Reaching back, I touched my ass and hissed. It felt like I could still feel him inside of me, stretching my hole and fucking me into a haze of stupidity. The scent of his cologne lingered, and I felt his knife pressed against my cock, dragging over my flesh as he stared at me with those deep brown eyes. There was a throbbing around my neck where he’d choked me until I was sure I was going to die.

Shivering, I forced myself out of his bed. I realized I was still holding onto a pillow and I tossed it away, flinging the scent of his cologne up into the air. My cock twitched involuntarily, and I bit back a groan. Last night hadn’t gone the way I planned at all. Somehow, Enzo had gotten into my brain and turned me into an empty-headed bitch.