Page 1 of Enforcer

PROLOGUE

ALYSSA

Pulling my car onto the shoulder, I turn the volume on the radio down as if that’ll help me hear Brynne better.

“Run that by me again,” I tell her.

Traffic blasts past me, shifting the car as it disturbs the wind field beyond it.

She sighs. “I need you. I can’t tell you why. I can’t talk about it over the phone. I’m going to drop you a location pin, and I need you to get here as fast as you can.”

My mind races in a million different directions; inappropriate replies are on the tip of my tongue, but I keep them in.

“Does this have anything to do with the hot mafia man you’ve been calling Daddy?” I lean in, waiting eagerly for her to confirm my suspicions.

Not that it matters. I’ll be going wherever she needs me to, of course. She’s my best friend.

Besides, I’m too fucking curious to save my life. I have to know what’s going on. Fuck my shift at work.

Brynne clears her throat, her voice shaking when she says, “Lyss, I need you.”

I don’t hesitate. I look in my mirrors, throwing my car into drive as I pull back onto the road.

“Drop me the pin.”

There was urgency in her voice, and I didn’t like one bit how it sounded.

CHAPTER ONE

ALYSSA

Pulling up to the pinned location, I look around as I crawl my car toward the gate, where a man is holding his hand in the air for me to stop. I do so, pushing the window button down to open it.

“Hi,” I say awkwardly.

“You need to turn around and go back to the highway.” He points to where I’d just come from. “This road is private,” he adds.

A private road? What the hell?

It’s not too private; Brynne got here somehow.

“Uh, well, I can’t do that. See my friend called me and told me to meet her here. She said it was urgent, so I have to get past this gate.”

He leans down, his smug lips curling into something I’m sure he thinks is a grin, but it has my stomach balling up at the sight. My palms on the wheel sweat, but I keep my sassy exterior collected.

“Listen, princess, you need to return to whatever prissy part of town you came from. Get your nails done or something, hm?There’s nothing or no one behind that gate for the likes of you. Move along before I’m forced to do something more drastic. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

He rakes his dark brown eyes up my body, and I shift uncomfortably in the seat.

“Oh, you’d enjoy it,” I flirt, to which he rolls his eyes. My usual charms aren’t going to get me through this, that’s clear.

I look ahead at the wrought iron gate, wondering if my BMW could get through it if I rammed it from a good distance away.

The thought of beating the shit out of my precious Bernice, however, makes me feel a bit sick.

“Not going to work on me, princess. This is your last warning.”

A radio sounds from inside the small guard shack behind the man standing between me and Brynne, and I point at it. “You gonna get that?”

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