Page 12 of Enforcer Book Boyfriend

He emerged from the bedroom, shirtless and glorious.

His eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry. “Gracie,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “You okay?”

I nodded, crossing the room to him, my hands already reaching for his bare skin. “Some asshole approached me today,” I said, my fingers curling into his hair. “Threatened you. Said to tell you the Ricci’s said hi. I’ve never heard of them, but they said it like you would know what it meant.”

Dillon’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing under my touch. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he demanded, a dangerous edge to his tone.

“I’m telling you now,” I said, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “Plus, I handled it. Told him if he or any of his friends came after me or you again, they’d regret it.”

A slow, feral grin spread across Dillon’s face. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter how small of a matter you think it is, you will always tell me when someone approaches you on the street or mentions me, or Conall, or Tatiana, or the O’Shea family. I know you’re tough and want to prove you can handle yourself, but that it non-negotiable,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him.

I could feel the hard length of him pressing into me, igniting a fire in my core. “Okay, I will. But Dillon, you know I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?” My lips hovered lightly over his. “I’m in this with you. All the way.”

“I know. Which is why they’re coming after you. Don’t worry though. We’ll find out who it was. Now, give me what I need, sweetheart.” He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming me again.

I moaned into the kiss, my body arching into his. His hands gripped my hips, grinding me against his hardness as I craved more of him.

It was funny. This man had me turned the fuck out, and there was no way I could walk away.

SEVEN

Dillon

“Grace,” Conall said, his piercing gaze locked on her. “I know you’re strong enough to handle yourself, but Dillon’s right. Our enemies are ruthless. They won’t hesitate to target you if they see you as a threat. We need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Conall’s right,” I chimed in. “We can’t afford to put you at risk, Grace. Not now.”

“Fine,” Grace snapped, irritation flaring in her dark eyes. “But I’m not just going to sit here like a damsel in distress.”

“Nobody’s asking you to,” Tatiana reassured her with a knowing smile.

“Let me make some calls,” I suggested, itching to do something productive. “I’ll contact Leo Mannetti from the Lucarelli family. He may have some intel about the threat to our family.”

“Good idea,” Conall agreed, nodding in approval.

I walked over to the corner of the room, picking up the secure phone that sat atop an ornately carved side table. I dialed Leo’s number, waiting impatiently as the encrypted line connected.

“Leo,” I said, my voice low and gruff. “It’s Dillon. We’ve got trouble brewing, and I need your help.”

“Jesus, Dillon,” Leo replied, his voice laced with curiosity. “What kind of shitstorm have you found yourself in this time?”

“Can’t say for sure,” I admitted. “All I know is, someone’s targeting the O’Shea’s, and I need to find out who it is before it’s too late. They approached my woman on the street, and you know that shit doesn’t fly.”

“Fuck,” Leo muttered, the gravity of the situation clearly not lost on him. “Alright, I’ll see what I can find out. But you owe me, Dillon.”

“Whatever you want. You know we’re good for it,” I promised. “Just help us take care of this fucker before they do any more damage.”

“Deal,” he agreed. “I’ll be in touch.”

As I hung up the phone, I could feel Grace’s eyes on me, burning with a mixture of anger and hurt. I knew she was pissed about being sidelined, but there were no other options. I needed her safe, even if it meant pissing her off.

“Leo’s on it,” I announced to the room, trying to push aside my concern for Grace.

The room was silent, thick with tension as we waited for Leo to return my call. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Grace, her brown eyes flashing defiance and frustration. Less than ten minutes later, Leo called us back.

“Alright,” Leo’s voice came through the phone, snapped me back to reality. “I’ve got a few leads, nothing concrete yet. But don’t worry, I’ll handle this shit on our side. You have some other issues that you and Conall will have to handle. Tristan can’t get involved, but here’s what we know…”

“Thanks, Leo.” I hung up the phone and turned to face the others. The air crackled with anticipation, but I knew better than to be too hopeful. With the Mafia, there were no guarantees.

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