Page 62 of Enforcer

Alyssa steps in front of her, pinching her cheeks. “Awe, you thought you had a choice? How cute.”

“You going to miss me tonight when you’re out forgirls’ night?” I ask Alyssa as we ride back to the apartment together.

She’s texting away on her phone, handling whatever Bianchi business she’s tasked with. It’s likely for the wedding, though.

“Miss you?”

“I was kidding.”

Sort of.

“We won’t be out long, we’re both lightweights. Plus, it’s not like we’ll be alone. We’ll have guards with us.”

“Damn, who got stuck with that job?”

She sighs, placing her phone in her lap and closing her eyes. There’s tension around them, and it makes me want to take on the world to alleviate it.

“Lorenzo and Antonio,” she says finally.

I laugh, and she opens her eyes and pins me with a deathly stare. “I’m already dreading it.”

“Well, you’ll have a blast with them. They can’t get along to save their fucking lives.”

“Don’t I know it,” she mumbles.

“Hey, you alright?” I ask her, sensing some undercurrent of emotion beneath every word she says.

“I’m fine. Just a lot is going on. This world didn’t exactly welcome me with open arms. The wedding, the shooting, trafficking, it’s all a bit much.”

“It’s why I agree with Slate. You two need a night away from it all. To reset.”

“With Lorenzo and Antonio with us?”

I pull into the parking garage and find the spot for the Maserati, sliding into it.

“How about I talk to both of them? They’ll be on their best behavior then,” I tell her, turning her face toward me with the tip of her chin.

She smiles rather sadly. “That would be helpful, actually.”

“Done. I’ll handle it before you go tonight. You want me to use deadly force or…”

Her smile softens. “The regular amount will do.”

“You got it.”

Silence falls over us as our gazes remain locked.

“Thank you,” she says, and my heart beats out of rhythm.

“Did you forget what I said before?”

“Hm?” She quirks a brow.

“Anything you want. I’ll see it done.”

She leans forward, surprising the shit out of me, and plants her lips on mine. The kiss is sweet and unexpected, the best kind.

“Come on, let’s get inside. I ordered us food before we left the meeting,” I tell her. A strange look crosses her face—one that says she’s never been taken care of before, but then she drops it and grabs her bag.

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