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Enzo is struggling to remain calm right now. Clearly, he wants to yell. Hell, I may want to. This entire situation is so f****d up.
“It’s ok if you need a moment,” I tell him.
He sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I’m fine,” I lie. I’m not fine at all, but if Enzo loses it and yells, I will completely fall apart.
He sighs. “I need to step out to talk to the guys and get some s**t figured out. You can come with me, or you can stay and call your dad. It’s up to you.”
I close my eyes and try to think this through. “What do I tell him they took? ‘Sorry, Dad. Someone broke in and stole my used dildo?”
“Tell him they took your underwear,” he says, frowning. “Are you good if I go work out some security?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. I don’t
