Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire-Chapter 71: Come Sit.

Elijah exhaled harshly, letting go of his nose. He spread his arms wide, frustration bleeding into his voice. "Are you serious right now?! You kicked my damn door open out of nowhere! Look at that thing!"

He pointed at the door, still barely hanging onto its hinges after Enzo’s brutal kick. "Who wouldn’t pull a gun on someone after a kick like that?"

"What were you expecting me to do? Stand up and greet you with a fucking handshake?! I was just protecting myself!"

Enzo turned his head slightly, his gaze flickering towards the now-damaged door. It was barely clinging to its frame, tilted awkwardly as if on the verge of collapse.

He let out a scoff before suddenly punching the chair’s backrest, his fist landing just beside Elijah’s head. "Lies," he said. "You fired the second the door opened. Hell, it hadn’t even fully opened yet before your bullet flew past me. Almost like you knew we were coming and were aiming at the door, just waiting for us to step in."

Elijah’s expression shifted. His anger wavered, his lips parting slightly, and the barest flicker of guilt crossing his features.

Enzo caught it immediately and gripped the chair, giving it a rough shake. "I’m right, aren’t I? Liar."

Elijah rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a dry, awkward chuckle. Then, he raised a hand and gestured toward the wall near the door.

Enzo and Adeline followed his motion, their eyes landing on a small television screen mounted above. Both of their eyes widened slightly.

They hadn’t even noticed the TV until now.

The screen was split into several squares, each one displaying different angles of the building’s hallways. Their gazes locked onto one particular feed—showing the exact spot where Enzo had dumped the unconscious man earlier.

The hallway had hidden cameras.

"You got me," he admitted, "Yeah, I saw you coming. But still, I was protecting myself." He then shifted his attention to Adeline, smiling. "Besides, I wouldn’t have shot her. I don’t hurt women, no matter what.

"As for you," he said, his eyes snapping back up at Enzo. "You were the target. You’re the threat here. After what you did to poor Victor back there? Come on, you think I wouldn’t be ready? I wasn’t about to take any chances."

Adeline, who had been silently observing the TV, returned her gaze to him and asked, "If you could see us this whole time, then why didn’t you call security?"

Elijah let out a long, exhausted sigh. His arms hung limply over the armrests as he sunk into the cushion, trying to relax. "As stupid as it sounds, I don’t have a way to contact them."

"What?" Adeline asked.

He gestured vaguely. "I don’t even have their phone numbers. All those muscle heads have to do is stand at the damn door until their shift is over. I never expected anyone to actually get in here."

The chair suddenly jolted forward as Enzo’s palm smacked the back of it to prevent Elijah from getting too comfortable.

Elijah flinched, rubbing his chest where the impact had startled him. "What the fuck?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he met Enzo’s cold gaze.

"Don’t get comfortable," Enzo warned.

Groaning, he dragged a hand down his face before exhaling heavily. "Alright, whatever. What do you want?"

Adeline reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out the packet they had found in her grandmother’s tea room and placing it onto the table. With a single push of her fingers, she slid it across the smooth surface toward Elijah.

"We want to know where this is from."

Elijah’s eyes flicked down to the packet, following it as it slid to a stop in front of him. When he got a clear look at what it was, his entire demeanor changed.

His fingers twitched before he picked up the packet, turning it over in his fingers to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing.

"Where did you get this?"

Just as the words left his mouth, Enzo’s palm smacked the back of his head—not hard enough to cause real pain, but firm enough to make a point. "She’s asking the questions here, dumbass. You answer."

He winced, rubbing the back of his head with one hand while waving the other at Enzo. "Okay, okay. Just stop hitting me already, damn it."

Still holding the packet, he turned back to Adeline and reached beneath his chair, gripping the legs and shuffling forward—away from Enzo.

Instantly, Enzo grabbed the backrest and yanked it right back. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?"

His hands tightened around the legs, dragging the chair forward again. "I’m distancing myself from you. I don’t feel safe."

Enzo’s fist slammed down on the table, making a loud, resounding boom that rattled the items on the desk. "You’re not supposed to feel safe, you idiot."

Elijah turned back to Adeline, licking his lips nervously, his tone almost pleading as he said, "Listen, sweetheart. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But not with this pea brain standing behind me like he’s about to strangle me the second I say something he doesn’t like."

Then, Enzo’s fingers curled so hard that the leather groaned under the pressure. He jerked the chair backward, lifting the front legs off the ground.

Elijah’s balance tipped, his body leaning backward. His heart almost lurched into his throat as he found himself face-to-face with Enzo, who was now looming directly over him.

"Who the fuck are you calling a pea brain?"

He gripped the armrests, shaking his head. "Whoah—whoah—hey! I was just joking, alright?!"

For a moment, it looked like Enzo might just let the chair tip all the way back and send him crashing to the floor.

Adeline, from where she sat, sighed and rose from her seat. She headed to the corner of the room, seizing an unoccupied chair and dragging it over to the space beside hers.

Once she settled back down, she patted the empty chair. "Enzo."

"Yes?" he answered, rotating his head towards her.

"Come sit. Or you might give Elijah a heart attack."