Page 126 of His Enforcer

“You must be Mr. Rossi. Welcome. Welcome.” His eyes flit toward me, and I stand up a little straighter, trying to behave like a fucking bodyguard and not some kind of needy slut.

Luca nods. “Thank you for meeting with us. This is Viktor, my partner. Do we have somewhere we can discuss this in private?”

“Yes. Yes. Right this way.”

My heart flutters at that word.

Partner. Is that what I am to him?

I don’t have a chance to ask. The man turns on his heel, and we follow him through the crowded room and down a dimly lit hallway. He unlocks a door, and we step into a small, cluttered office. He walks around to the other side of his desk and spreads his hands in front of him.

“How can I help you?” he asks, looking slightly nervous.

Luca cocks his head, his hand pulling the knife from his pocket and flicking it open.

“We’ve heard that you’re selling a new product here.”

The man nods, his throat bobbing. He’s starting to sweat. “Yes, yes, of course. There’s no need for the knife. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know. Would you like to see it? Henry assured me it’s the best since it came from you.”

Luca freezes, his silence permeating the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…Henry told me the Costellos were the supplier. He was just distributing it.”

Luca takes a step closer to the sweating man, who takes a step back.

“We aren’t supplying anything,” he says, and the man nods.

“Of course. Of course.” He makes a gesture like he’s zipping his lips and throws away the key. It only causes Luca to roll his eyes.

“Not like that, you dipshit. I mean, we aren’t supplying this new drug. He lied, played you like a fool.”

“But…but that’s the word…that’s what I’ve heard. That’s what everyone is saying.”

Luca’s rage boils over, his hand reaching out and grabbing onto the man, smashing his face into the desk. Blood spurts from his nose as the knife is held up to his eye.

“Tell me the fucking truth,” he hisses, his voice deathly low, a growl.

It does things to my libido. A terrible time and place, but fuck, I want him to push me over this desk and fuck me. Right now. Blood and all.

Luca’s eyes flick to me and his lips curl when he sees my straining erection.

“Later, pretty boy. I promise.”

The man grunts as Luca’s knife moves closer and closer to his eyeball.

“Now, tell me everything and maybe, if I’m feeling gracious, you’ll leave here with both eyes.”

The smell of piss infiltrates the space, and I screw up my face at the scent.

Not that it’s unexpected. People piss themselves far too often when they’re faced with Luca. The only good thing about it is it tampers my libido slightly.

“He just…he told me he worked with you. I confirmed it with a few clubs.”

“Which ones?” Luca asks, and the man grunts.

“Shit. The Sirens. They vouched for him. Said the family was supplying this drug and moving it through them.”

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