Page 14 of His Enforcer

“Light your own fucking cigarette,” I grumble.

Luca pauses a moment before he reaches out, his hand encircling my throat and shoving me back against the wall. His fingers tighten and I gasp, his face lowering to meet mine, his cigarette hanging precariously from between his lips.

“You seem to forget who I am,” he says, squeezing me roughly, making me gasp for air, my cock lengthening even more at how close he is. “I’m your fucking boss and you need to start acting like it. Now be a good little pet and get my fucking lighter.”

He releases me and I sag against the wall, inhaling sharply, hating that my dick imprint is clearly visible in these sweatpants.Especially because that little show of authority only turned me on. Majorly.

But he knows that. He knows what a slut I am.

I push myself away from the wall and stumble toward the bathroom, tucking my dick under my waistband as I go. When I bend down to grab the jeans, Luca leans against the doorjamb, watching me intently. One hand is tucked in his pocket, the other fiddling with that cigarette.

I pull out the electric lighter and hold it toward him.

He hates fire. Don’t know why, but he despises it.

Hence this damn thing I carry around for him.

He inhales deeply as my arm drops to my side and he blows smoke right into my face.

I cough softly and force myself not to shove him backward. He’s right. He’s my boss. I should treat him with more respect.

But fuck, he makes it hard. He pushes all my buttons.

“What are you two boys doing?” a sweet voice says from behind Luca. I glance over his shoulder and see the housekeeper, Agatha, eyeing us. She’s been around since I can remember and I love her more than I ever did my own mother. “Are you two antagonizing each other again?” She places a hand on her hip and stares at us until Luca finally breaks.

“I’d never do that,” Luca replies, turning slightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hmph, well, you know to treat sweet Viktor well, don’t you?”

Luca glances over his shoulder and his lip curls up. “I treat himverywell.”

“So fucking tight, such a good boy.”

“As you should.” She pats him on the shoulder. “Now, come on. I have some cookies in the kitchen.” She turns on her heel, expecting us to follow her.

Luca walks away, leaving me to watch him go, my eyes sliding down to his ass as he moves.

Fuck.

This is becoming quite the problem.

2

LUCA

“Looks good, Carlos,” I say as I scan the interior of the club I co-own with Anthony. Part of it burned down months ago, and despite feeling that it was arson, some kind of foul play because of who we are, we haven’t been able to pinpoint what happened. To top it off, no one has been implicated in it and we have no leads.

Bane insists it was his old fuck-buddy turned enemy, Henry. The same one who conspired with the Aces to hurt Tatum. But no one can find him, and so all we have are loose ends and a shit-ton of questions.

“What do you think of the new design?” Carlos asks, and I nod. He’s the contractor I hired to do the job because he’s good at what he does and knows who to remain loyal to.

Me. Loyal to motherfucking me.

So far I haven’t had any issues.

“Looks good,” I reply as my gaze sweeps around the large space.The interior is different than it was before, with little touches added to make this luxurious VIP club even better. This includes the back rooms I had constructed after visiting Eden that one night three years ago. I’d wanted to make the changes sooner, but never had reason to until now.

A little competition never hurt anyone.

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