Page 125 of His Enforcer

We glance at each other, and Luca sighs, stepping up, a knife in his hands. “Let us in or we’ll dispose of you in the dumpster out back.”

The man stares down at Luca, unbothered. Apparently, he’s some kind of cyborg and has no fear.

“No password, no entrance.”

Bane giggles as Luca eyes him.

“Don’t even try it, Bane. I’ll handle it.” Luca eyes the bald man once more and says, “We’re with the Costello family. I’m sure your boss knows who we are. We’re here on business.”

The bouncer looks unsure, his eyes flitting over us, landing on Bane, who is bouncing on his feet. But he finally pulls out his phone and calls someone, talking in clipped tones. When he’s done, he hangs up and the door swings open.

“Apologies,” he murmurs, and we push past him, Luca the last to go through.

As we step into the dingy and dark room, I can smell it, the scent of sex and booze. My ass clenches around the plug I placed in there earlier, my body eager for whatever Luca will give me later.

But right now, we need to be vigilant to find Henry and figure out what the fuck he’s doing, what his motives are, and most importantly, his end game.

Really, anything we can find out about Henry would be important. Hopefully Lex and Diablo dig something up soon. We could use anything at the moment.

“Find me if you see anything,” Luca tells everyone. Quincy and Rafe each take a corner of the room, blending into the shadows, while Jax moves toward the woman working the pole and glances up at her longingly. Bane follows him but sneaks away shortly after, disappearing down a hallway.

I should say something, but I don’t. I let him do his thing.

“Let’s go talk to the bartender,” Luca says, his hand landing on my back as we move toward the bar. It’s not as crowded in here as Eden, but there are plenty of people fucking within view. Enough to make my pheromones increase, to make my cock perk up and my breathing grow labored.

“What can I get you?” a woman says, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top as we come to a stop at the bar.

Luca eyes her tits for a second before meeting her gaze, his hand moving from my lower back, beneath my waistband and down to my ass, two fingers sliding between my crack and pressing on the plug sitting there. I bite back a gasp as he plays with it, pressing against the flared base.

“Who do we speak to about…product?”

The woman leans forward, her hands sprawled across the bar top.

“You cops?”

Luca chuckles darkly. “Far from it.”

“How do I know?”

“You have someone else we can speak to? I’m sure your boss already knows we’re here,” Luca says, his hand pulling away from my ass and resting on the counter. I inhale shakily, stepping closer to him, wanting him to touch me again.

Fuck, why did he have to do that here?

I can’t fucking think now.

“I haven’t heard shit,” she replies.

“Better check then,” Luca replies, and she arches a thin eyebrow and purses her lips, pulling out a phone and calling someone.

She speaks quickly, her mouth set in a frown, and then she freezes, her eyes widening slightly.

“He’ll be right out,” she says and swallows roughly.

“Good,” Luca replies, turning his gaze toward me, his lips curling at the corners. “I didn’t realize you had a plug in that pretty ass,” he whispers into my ear. “You wanted to be ready for me, didn’t you? You want me to just slip inside.”

I stare at him, feeling my skin flame. “Yes.”

“Then let’s get this over with so I can remind you how good it can be,” he replies, just as a stout man appears with an ill-fitting suit and a lopsided mustache.

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