4 Chapter 4

I left his body on the floor and ran upstairs to gather my things. I packed everything I had, which wasn't much in a bag, and texted Enzo, telling him what happened. He texted me back, almost immediately, insisting that I go stay with him. It definitely wouldn't be a bad deal considering that Enzo lives in a nice ass penthouse apartment but I would feel bad putting him out so I politely decline. He reads it and doesn't respond. I take the bag that has all my stuff in it, my guns, and run downstairs. I drench my Father in gasoline and walk around the house, spilling it everywhere, and took it outside where I stand with all of my stuff. I clicked on a lighter and let it fly. I watched as my childhood home went up in flames and I had never felt happier in my life.

I took the sirens that I heard as my cue to leave so I turned but I was greeted by Enzo's red corvette, pulling up to the side of my house. He gets out, walks to the other side of the car, and says, "You're so lucky I love you, crazy bitch." I let out a genuine laugh and get in, Enzo picks up my stuff and puts it in his trunk. He gets in, spreads a rogueish smile across his face, and blasts the music. He looks over at me before starting to drive back to his place and I am even more incapable of forgetting how incredibly lucky I am to have him as my best friend.

We pull up to his building, he turns off the car and just sits there looking at me. He dramatically sighs and says, "Good god girl, you finally did it. That prick had it coming." I smiled and said, "Yeah, I did, and I've never felt better." He laughs, opens his door, and walks around to the other side to open my door. I thank him and stare up in wonder at the sheer beauty of his apartment building. It reminds me of greek gods. I'm snapped out of my trance by Enzo walking away with my stuff in his hands. I run after him and grab one of my bags when I catch up to him.

The door is opened and I'm immediately hit with this intense wave of shock. We're only in the lobby and I can already tell that every inch of this building is beautiful. It may have been the most gorgeous room I've ever seen and Enzo walked around it like it was such a normal thing. The tall walls were painted an off-white with breathtaking symbols and designs etched in. Glittering diamond chandeliers dripped from the ceiling and some were shaped in such a way that made them seem like angels falling from the sky. The floors were a gorgeous black marble and the seating areas had beautiful white carpets, white chairs, and white tables.

Enzo went straight to the elevator and I followed behind him, still mostly in shock that my best friend actually lives there. I try to hide my shock as I say in an amused tone, "So, this is your esteemed bachelor pad. Do most of your late-night guests feel emasculated or do they find it impressive?" A light chuckle leaves Enzo and a proud smile plants itself on his face as he says, "Well, they're sure impressed by something, but I doubt that it's the accommodations darling." Suddenly I regret asking but am also proud that my best friend is such a hot prize.

The elevator bell dings and I try to prepare myself, but I could've had years to prepare for the sheer elegance and beauty of his penthouse, and I still would've been put at a loss the second I stepped out of the elevator. The entire place has the same design as the lobby but with Enzo's touches everywhere. The massive flat screen tv straight across from the black L-shaped couch is definitely Enzo. He immediately walks me upstairs and we pass by a few rooms before we get to a set of double doors. Enzo opens up both of the doors and I practically squeal when I see the room.

It's quite literally, my dream room and I jump onto the massive bed that has stair leading up to the lift on the floor surrounding it. I manage to contain my excitement long enough to ask, "How long has this been here?" Enzo has a playful smirk as he says, "Well, I've had plans of you moving in here for a while and I wanted everything to be ready for you when you came." I run off the bed and give him a massive hug while saying, "You have no idea how much I love you." He hugs me back and I can practically hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Okay, so now that we've established how amazing I am, why don't you check out the best part of this room, The closet."

This is such an Enzo thing and I love it so much. He points me to the closet and I can't help but feel like a giddy little kid as I pull the doors wide open. The second that I open them, music blasts out, and my jaw is on the floor as my eyes rove over the entire walk-in closet. They're every possible stylish piece of clothing that exists on this planet and I love it all. He moves to press a button on the right side of the room and all the drawers on the right side open. My eyes immediately lock onto the shoes and jewelry that are revealed and I feel like I'm in heaven.

Enzo looks at my face and bursts out laughing and once he caught his breath, he says, "Did you have a stroke? Come on, say something. Say you like it." I look at him and practically scream, "Are you serious? Of course, I like it, I love it! I wanna buy it a Birkin bag." He jumped and said, "Oh, I almost forgot." He goes to the left of the side of the room to press a button and all the drawers on the left side open to reveal the bags and jewelry. How could he almost forget that? Enzo has to practically drag me out of the closet and we toss my bags on the bed.

I go to sit on one of the lounge chairs in front of the TV but Enzo pulls me towards another door and I ask him, "What now, is there a room full of puppies and kittens or something?" He laughs and says, "No, even better." He pushes open the door and I almost melt as I see a massive circular jacuzzi bathtub inside the beautiful bathroom. I push Enzo out and say, "Thank you so much and I love you but I'll see you in about forty minutes and about ten years added to my life." I hear his faint laugh through the door as I start filling up the tub with water, soaps, oils, and scents.