Enzo sat on the edge of the couch, lighting another cigarette. The room smelled of smoke and the faint scent of their passion, but his mind was already moving elsewhere. He leaned back, taking a long drag, his thoughts clouded with frustration and plans. His eyes narrowed as he thought of Amelia.
He stood up suddenly, his tall frame casting a shadow across the lit room. Bella, still catching her breath, turned her head slightly to look at him. "Bella," he called, his voice sharp and commanding.
She stood up quickly, taking her clothes from the floor as she put them on, adjusting her dress, her cheeks still flushed. "Yes, Enzo?" she asked, her tone unsure.
"Listen carefully." He paced the room slowly, his cigarette balanced between his fingers. "I don't want Amelia leaving this house. She's not allowed to step one foot outside. Do you understand me?"
Bella blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Not allowed to leave? Why?"