Page 12 of Enforcer

Even with everything going on,Brynne stayed with me until I calmed down and told her everything. Everything I felt during the interaction with Dante, even the aftershocks.

She listened with rapt attention, even if she had a wicked grin on her face as she did so.

“What if he’s your person?”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve watched too much TV with me over the years, B. That’s not a thing.”

She scoffs. “Not when you’ve built the Great Wall of China around your heart, no, it isn’t.”

My chest stabs with pain from her words spearing through it. “Hey, I did that for a good reason.”

Her eyes soften, her hand covering mine on the bed between us. “I know you did, Lyss. We’re all housing some trauma from our childhood and our parents. At some point, though, you need to let go of it and live.”

I swallow, and she squeezes my hand.

“What did you need when you, uhm…”

“Walked in on the best orgasm of your life? I was only going to give you the minutes of my meeting.” She smiles.

“Oh, I got most of your meeting transcribed into notes on my iPad already.” I point to the device, lying where I’d thrown it when I hastily tossed it on the bed earlier.

She grimaces, her cheeks heating. “I guess you guys lingering by the door wasn’t my best plan.”

I don’t know how to tell her that her little tryst set Dante and me into motion because she doesn’t need to feel bad aboutwhat happened with her and Slate. They’re back together, and my friend is happy. I don’t want to take that from her in the slightest.

So I keep my mouth shut.

“So, how’s it going to go with the families?” I ask her.

She shrugs, pulling her hands back into her lap. “It’s not going to be easy, I’m certain. I’m going to leave men here to finish getting the house empty and on the market, and we’ll travel back to the city.”

I nod.

“We’re going to have to have a come to Jesus meeting, if you will,” she tells me. “Both families around one table.”

I laugh. “That’s going to go well.”

She looks more determined at my words. “It’s got to happen. Slate is everything to me, and I can’t be at odds with him.”

We’d spent the last three nights recounting everything she’d been through with him in the weeks she’d been holed up with him in his cabin and when they were together in NYC as he returned home to face his brother—who was still alive.

“I agree. I also think it’ll be good to have the alliance.”

“Yeah, same.” She sighs.

“You still look a little worried,” I point out.

She smiles, and there’s a bit of sadness in it. “It’s still the Italian mafia, Lyss. Anything could go wrong.”

I blow out a breath as I stare off across the room, nodding in agreement.

“Well, we won’t let anything go wrong. How about that?” I counter her words.

She eyes me, brows tugging together. “How do we manage that?”

I shrug nonchalantly. “We’re bad bitches, and we take no shit. That’s how.”

Confidence builds on her features. “Yeah! We’ve got this!”

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