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“What did you do when you found them?”

“We left them a little message.”

I wait for him to expand further, but he just stares up at the ceiling.

“What does that mean?”

He rolls his eyes. “It means that you’re a fed, so I’m not telling you shit.”

“What am I supposed to tell my boss?”

“The truth. We thought we had information about a shipment, but it didn’t pan out.”

“That’s not good enough.” And he knows it. He likes having so much power over me.

“Tell him we overheard the Russians talking, and we’re questioning if they’re actually the ones running the trafficking ring.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, but that’s all I’m telling you. It might still be them, wejust aren’t positive anymore.”

“Fine.” I move to get up, but Enzo puts his arm around my waist and pulls me back down to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Texting my boss. Obviously.”

“Nice try. Text him in the morning. You’re working right now.”

A quick glance down confirms that he has indeed recovered from round one and is ready for round two. Rather than waiting for me to acknowledge him, he lifts me over his hips and drags my pussy over his shaft so that our combined juices coat his length.

“Ride me,” he instructs. I do—more eagerly than I care to admit—and then he grabs his clothes and leaves, walking back to his room completely naked.

“Perks of owning the house and everyone in it, I guess,” I mutter to myself. I consider texting my boss but then I decide to shower and get a few hours of sleep instead. The update can wait. Maybe, somehow, there will be better information waiting for me in the morning.

Chapter 12

Joey

Sal’s recliner is the most comfortable chair in the world. I would bet money on it.

“I still can’t believe those assholes played us,” Frankie grumbles from his spot on the couch. Sal rolls his eyes. We haven’t gone ten minutes without someone bringing it up since the shipment-turned-attempted-ambush went down last night. We’re all frustrated. That should’ve been a major turning point for us, and it almost got us all killed instead.

“I can’t believe how possessive Enzo is over Elise,” I say, attempting to change the subject. “Has he ever kept a woman around longer than a few days?”

“Not as far as I can remember,” Frankie responds. He and Enzo have known each other since they were kids, so he would know.

“What do you think the deal is with that?” Sal asks.

“Beats the hell outta me. How do you see it ending?” I can’t picture a happy ending of any kind.

“Not well,” Frankie says, echoing my unspoken thoughts. “It doesn’t seem like a mutually beneficial relationship. My guessis she’ll either try to escape and die trying, or he’ll decide she’s seen too much and kill her. Either way…”

This isn’t the positive conversation starter I was going for. Now we’re all picturing a slaughtered Elise instead of a pile of slaughtered soldiers.

“It’s bullshit that he’s keeping her to himself.” There. I said it. What’s really bothering me about that situation.

“Have you still not fucked anyone else?” Sal looks astonished at the idea that I could go several weeks without sex. I don’t know whether to be annoyed or proud.

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