Page 73 of The Enforcer

“Yes, sir,” he mutters. He tries to put on a brave face, but I can tell he’s scared shitless. I eye him for a moment. He’s kind of adorable—flawless light brown skin on a face that looks like he couldn’t grow a beard if he tried, but he wouldn’t be confused for a child. He has a certain vibe that lends to him being a grown-ass man. Up close, he doesn’t look soft exactly. He looks gentle, almost like he’s a caretaker, but he probably wouldn’t take anyone’s shit.

Not a bad catch for someone into the young, delicate ones. As for me, I have my counselor at home, waiting for me. The man before me doesn’t hold a candle to him.

Stepping out of the office, I motion for Pete. “Stand here and make sure he doesn’t try to run out. Prez will have my ass if he gets away and I’m not in the mood to lick his fucking boots tonight.”

Pete smirks, but nods, leaning back against the wall with one foot up, pulling his phone out and playing some game on it.

I head in the opposite direction to the meeting Prez is holding with Joker and his guys. They’re all waiting around the crates in the middle of the floor. “Sorry gentlemen. Had a twink to escort to Prez’s office,” I say smoothly, making Joker chuckle and the other guys shake their heads at me. I’m not even sure the guy was a twink or not, but whatever. “Ready to get down to business?”

Once everything is done and we have the deal set up, Prez invites the guys to enjoy the spoils of the club. Joker’s husband is already in the VIP section, so he plans to hang out for a bit, and everyone else accepts.

Surprising everyone, I say, “Gotta sit this one out, guys. I don’t think Shane will take too kindly to me coming back so late.”

Even though the guys give me shit, they let me beg off.

Stepping into the cool night air, I breathe in deeply, loving the feel of the night air on my face. It’ll be even better when I’m riding down the street at sixty miles an hour.

I trot over to my chopper, wanting to get home to Shane as soon as possible. As I toss my leg over the seat, I grin as I think about when I took Shane out on a ride up to Misty Pines with the rest of the guys for our charity event two weeks ago. Donna was very excited to have such a great turnout to the stables. On the land by the lake in front of the stables, there were booths set up and kids were able to ride the trails and have a good time.

All Shane’s idea and it was a good one. We raised a lot of money for a pediatric burn center we found.

Shane was hesitant to get on the back of my chopper, even though he told me he would. But he’s grown to love it. As he said, I’m careful when I have someone riding with me, especially Shane. There’s no way I’d ever endanger his life. He doesn’t ride with me often, but when he does, it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. My man and my bike. What could be better?

Before I pull off, I check my watch. It’s not too late—only eleven thirty—but Shane doesn’t stay up too late.

Since he’s started working in his own firm, Shane doesn’t keep long hours anymore. He goes in at eight in the morning and is home by five. He sometimes brings his work home with him, but it’s not often and he’s much better rested. He’s like a completely different person now since he has all his rest.

He and the paralegal he used to work with, Tucker, have been doing pretty well so far. Shane takes on cases like he was before, but with far fewer clients.

Once I get home, I flick my kick stand down and hop off my ride. I trot up the steps, excited to be home. I’m always eager to get home to Shane. Just feeling his warm body against mine makes all the stresses of my day melt away.

When I step inside, I’m greeted by our dog, Zeus, who tiptoes out of the room where he sleeps on a doggy bed that’s probably more comfortable than ours. He’s a rescue Pitbull that we adopted a few months after Shane came home from the hospital. He’s mostly black, with white spots on his chest, around his muzzle and around all four paws. Shane fell in love with him at first sight and I will always give Shane whatever he wants. Zeus is a great dog; gentle and loving. A big cuddle bug.

“Hey boy,” I whisper as I bend to rub his chest. “You take care of dad today?” Zeus gives a quiet ruff, wagging his tail happily. I give him more loving, then drop the hammer blow that I know he won’t like. “Good boy. Sleep out here tonight, yeah?” He whines for a moment but licks my sleeve and meanders over to his living room doggy bed, circles it three times and flops down, head on his paws. He’s asleep within seconds.

I beeline to the bedroom, stopping in the doorway as I stare at Shane on the bed, the blankets around his knees, sleeping in just his underwear. I smile, leaning against the door frame as I look at him.

It took months after his scars were healed for Shane to be comfortable enough with his shirt off, even when we were in the house. I made sure I showered him with compliments, letting him know he’s still sexy as fuck, but I also told him he could take all the time he needed to get comfortable with his body again. If he always wanted to keep his shirt on, even around me, that was fine. I can’t make him do something he’s not comfortable with. Either way, I love him and will support whatever he wants to do.

Now, he’s much more comfortable, even getting naked again with Rax and Finn. Finn, the sweetheart, kissed all over Shane’s scars, making him feel as sexy and desirable as I always make him feel when we make love. It helps to have someone else show him too. That was probably the most intimate night we shared with Rax and Finn, everything gentle, soft, and tender. Even Rax was soft with Shane, but not in a way that would make Shane think he was pitying him. It made him feel wanted and appreciated and craved.

As if he can sense me staring at his ass, Shane stirs. He turns his head to look at me, smiling sleepily at me. “Hey baby. How was your meeting?”

Closing the bedroom door so we don’t have any four-legged visitors interrupting us, I shuck my cut and my jacket, tossing them on the desk in our room. I toe off my boots and slide down my pants, then whip my shirt off so by the time I climb into bed, I’m only in my socks and underwear. I peel my socks off quickly before I wrap my arm around Shane, pulling him on top of me.

He smiles, releasing a long sigh. I kiss his forehead as he nuzzles into me. “It was fine. Would have rather been here with you though.”

I feel him smile against my chest. “Yeah, well, we’re off for the next few days. We can spend as much time together as you’d like.”

Shane just won a big case with a billionaire that was charged with insider trading. I’m not sure how he pulled it off, since I’m pretty sure that prick was guilty. But against all odds, Shane won and the man got off scot-free. Since Shane is who he is, he managed to have a favor owed to him. And the favor is a really good one.

“A few days? More like two weeks. I still don’t know how you got him to charter a private jet from Cuba to Taiwan.”

Shane pulls his head from my chest. “I’m good at my job and rich guys love saying bullshit like, ‘You make the charges go away and I’ll owe you one.’”

I kiss his nose. He’s so adorable when he’s smug. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” I wrap my arms tighter around him, feeling his scars beneath my fingers. They don’t make him any less sexy to me. They symbolize how strong he is, how brave he is. My brave, sexy man. “Thank you for chartering from Cuba. It’ll be good for Finn and Rax to get off their island for a little while.”

The billionaire Shane defended set up the entire vacation, to include having us skip customs so Rax can enter without questions. Finn said he’ll do what he did before and cover Rax’s tattoos and we’ll have to do an extreme home makeover on him. Luckily, there isn’t anyone looking for Rax anymore, since he’s supposed to be dead and Taiwan doesn’t have extradition with the US anyway. So even if the feds were walking down the street, they couldn’t touch him. Shane is so fucking smart for picking that destination for our trip.

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