Page 76 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

She scoffs, but I walk past her into the cabin, sitting down in one of the seats a little too hard. I cross my arms and look out the window, pissed at what they probably did with that woman on previous flights. And then they have the audacity to have her on this flight with me here as well.

I know we haven’t really settled everything between us. We haven’t talked about what anything means for us beyond not dying until tomorrow. They said they love me—still, they love me—and then bring me on a plane with one of their flings.

“Peach,” Jax says, sitting down and immediately turning to me with a pleading voice. At the same time, Enzo emerges from the back, with Luca behind him.

When Enzo sees the stewardess, his face turns red, and that familiar look of impending doom settles in his eyes. It’s like a switch flips, and his handsome features somehow turn harsher, deadlier, and even more fucking beautiful.

“Why. In the fuck. Are you. On my plane?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The poor girl is speechless. She opens her mouth, then closes it again like a fish gulping water.

“I—I didn’t think…” That sex-kitten voice is gone, and now she’s just scared.

“I warned you. The next time you show up for one of my jobs, I’m breaking your fucking hands.” He stalks through the plane.

“Oh,” I murmur, more under my breath than anything else, but Jax hears me. “Jinx,” I tease. That’s basically what I just said. Jax snorts a quick laugh and grabs my knee. Luca stays in the hall, not entering the cabin, leaning casually against the wall. He’s so effortlessly handsome it actually hurts to look at him and not get to touch him.

“I t-thought you only meant your Colorado resort,” she stammers. “Mr. Vincenzi, I apologize.” She’s crying now, tears falling down her face as she stumbles back.

“Let me make this crystal fucking clear for you.” Every inch of Enzo’s six-foot-four frame looms over her like the grim reaper. The pilot and copilot come out of the cockpit, hearing the commotion. “If I ever set eyes on you again, anywhere on this planet, I’m putting a fucking bullet right through your skull.” The pilot and copilot retreat into the cockpit hearing death threats. Smart move. “Now get the fuck,” Enzo cocks his gun. “off my plane.”

Dayum.

She all but sprouts wings and flies down the stairs. I see her stumble a bit in her haste—clearly not accustomed to running for her life in heels. She should practice if she’s going to work for mobsters.

Jax leans to me, quietly whispering, “If I had a pussy, it would be soaking wet right now. You know what I mean?”

Despite the irritation that boiled inside me, which is now cooling, I can’t help the smirk, “I do actually.”

“I’ll be right back,” Enzo says, casting a dark glance at Luca before looking at me.

“I was going to say, Peach,” Jax rubs his thumb along my cheek, his voice soft and teasing, “you don’t have to worry about her.” He pulls my chin to him for a kiss. “But Enzo’s made that crystal clear.” With a quick wink, Jax leaves me, heading to the wet bar at the front of the cabin.

The question of what happened lingers on my lips when Enzo returns from the cockpit, looking a little less like death incarnate. He walks the aisle back toward Luca. Without hesitation, Enzo wraps one arm around Luca’s waist and cups his face with the other.

“I don’t know why they booked her,” Enzo says, his voice almost pleading.

“I know, babe,” Luca replies, his tone resigned. He grabs Enzo’s wrist, pulling his hand gently away. “It’s fine.” He leans up and kisses Enzo, their movements tender and familiar.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Enzo reassures him. Luca nods in acknowledgment, his expression softening.

Enzo shifts his attention to me next. “Come here.” His tone matches the gentleness he used with Luca.

“I’m fine,” I say, half-rolling my eyes.

Enzo huffs and pulls me from my seat, sitting down himself and tugging me into his lap. “Don’t lie to me. I know you were angry seeing her. I know how that looked, Delaney.”

“What did she do to Luca?” My fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, and my other hand rests on his chest.

“I brought my staff to Colorado for a weekend ski retreat. She was one of the servers hired to tend to the guests. She spent the weekend trying to fuck Luca,” Enzo explains, his voice tight. “She ignored his rejections and touched him…” He pauses, his jaw clenching.

Rage builds in my chest. I know where this is going.

“She touched him inappropriately while he slept.”

“Oh, I will fucking kill her.” My gaze darts out the window, searching for any sign of her. “Give me your gun. Jax taught me how to shoot.”

Enzo’s smile—a mix of affection and menace—could solve all my problems. “I should have thrown her off the fucking mountain that day like I wanted.” He rubs my leg, his anger simmering just under the surface. “I told the agency she’s never to work one of my events again.”

“You don’t need to explain things to me. It’s clear she wasn’t wanted here.”

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