Page 38 of Enforcer

“Heard of them, too, huh?” I twirl the tip of my screwdriver over the anterior side of his shoulder, pressing in until I break through the skin, twisting like I’m fixing him with self-tapping screws.

His sniveling is getting annoying.

“I didn’t know. I don’t know,” he stammers.

Using my other hand, I pull out the hammer I’d placed into my back pocket, slamming it onto the screwdriver’s end to drive it through his shoulder.

“I guess we’ll be here all day, then.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

ALYSSA

Lorenzo and Antonio are driving me up a wall. They’ve been arguing about which flowers to choose. When I asked Brynne to choose between the two they were arguing over, she said either, making the argument worse.

“That’s going to clash with her dress!” Lorenzo says again.

“Brynne hasn’t picked a dress yet,” I answer. “We’re going tomorrow. But let’s assume it’ll be white, yeah? I agree with Lorenzo; the white flowers need to go.”

Antonio fumes, his eyes flaring as he tosses the photograph of the flowers to the ground.

“You two don’t listen to shit.”

I never knew two made men would get this involved in a fucking wedding. At first, it was cute. Now, I’m annoyed, hungry, and sick of their shit.

My phone rings, and I look down and tap answer before Lorenzo calls Antonio something that doesn’t sound very kind in Italian.

“Alright!” I slap the table as hard as I can. “Let’s take a thirty-minute break. Meet back here after you’ve cooled off some. Sohelp me, God, if you two come back here with the same attitudes, I’ll stain the white flowers with your blood and call it a fucking day!”

Lorenzo looks at Antonio, and they share a look of shock before moving out of the room.

Placing the phone to my ear, I finally say, “Hey.”

Brynne and Slate are both laughing on the other end. “I don’t think you two are funny in the slightest. Saddling me with these two goons was like a sentence for punishment. I’m wondering what I did to make you both hate me.”

Brynne takes the phone off speaker and tries to control her laugh. “I’m sorry, Lyss. I’ve never heard you so mad before, and I wish I could’ve seen their faces.”

“They both looked at me as if I was the problem. They’ve been acting like this all fucking day, I’m ready for a fucking drink.”

“Have you made progress, at least?” she asks.

I look down at all the finalized plans, sighing. “Yeah, we’ve gotten a shit ton done. Until we got on the subject of flowers.”

“I was calling you about that. I was wondering if we could get Orchids. He sent them to me once, and I’d love to have them as part of the wedding.”

“Done. I’ll tell the goof troop when they come back in.”

My phone pings, and I put Brynne on speaker to look at the text. “Dante?! How the fuck did Dante get my number?”

I narrow my eyes as I read the text.

Hey, it’s Dante. How is wedding planning going?”

Brynne’s silence is telling, and I wait for her to fess up.

“I may have given it to him, but not for nefarious reasons. He said he had a wedding planning question.”

“Wedding planning question, my ass. He’s making small talk.”

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