49. Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Forty-Nine

Enzo

J ack steps into the kitchen and puts his empty tray down on the counter. He leans back against the wall and lets out a soft sigh. He looks happier than I've seen him in a while.

"She's going to be so good for us."

He sounds certain, and I don't doubt that statement.

Fated mates are drawn together by destiny for a reason.

"Have you stolen Arrow's intuition?" I tease anyway, because it's nice to see him looking so pleased and I want him to keep his smile.

He shakes his head slowly. "I don't need it. I don't need Alpha's instinct for that, either. I can see the effect she's having on Gio. He's way more focused and present right now. It's like she's waking him up just by being here."

"That's good to know," I admit.

Gio's been kind of lost lately, and none of us have been able to find a way to help him.

Taking his phone away when he slips and goes back to gambling hasn't been stopping that habit, it's only been forcing him to go gamble in person at casinos.

"You're sure we can't tell her she's ours?" Jack asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Gio doesn't think she's ready for that," I remind him. "He's spent the most time with her."

"Yeah, but she's made for us. Shouldn't that mean …"

"It means we'll be together forever, once we're together. We don't have to rush things."

I plate up the ravioli I made for Gio and put the plate down on Jack's tray.

Then, I remove Beth's pizza from the oven, and pick up the slicer.

Jack picks up a fork and spears a ravioli parcel.

I give him a warning look.

"What?" he asks. "I'm just doing a taste test."

I shake my head at him before I slice up the pizza.

"Don't worry, I'm only stealing from G." He eats and nods, giving me a thumbs up before putting the fork down. "All good."

"I know," I utter, as I slide the plate with the pizza onto the tray.

"I think I'll have the ravioli for lunch," he says, winking at me.

"You'll be lucky if you get bread and water at this rate."

He laughs, picks up the tray and steps out of the kitchen.

I start getting another three portions of ravioli ready.

Doing lunch to order isn't going to be feasible once we're busier, and I know it.

From what Jack told us last night about Beth's ideas I'm pretty sure we're about to experience what it's like to run a busy city restaurant so my pack are going to have to get used to eating whatever I have time to cook now.