Page 40 of His Enforcer

“Alina,” Luca grumbles. “Enough.”

“Alright,” she says with a sly grin, and then leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. “See you around.”

I frown as Luca presses his hand against my lower back and shuffles me out of his house. I’m standing there as the door shuts in my face, Alina’s laugh on the other side of the door ringing out.

Fucking hate him. Hate this shit.

Why do I even put up with it?

He’s probably invited her over to fuck her. He’s just playing with me, toying with me.

I know this.

I knew it, and still, I let him touch me again.

The way it makes me ache. It hurts.

It fucking hurts.

I glare at that door for far too long, trying to figure out how I keep getting into these fucking messes with Luca.

Eventually, I stomp to the SUV, trying hard not to squeal my tiresin this pristine, gated neighborhood. I’m sure that would only get Luca in trouble with the neighbors. The thought makes me press on the gas, and I rev the engine as I approach the gate. The heavy wooden doors swing open, and I make sure to flip the guard off as I drive past.

I hope they know who I work for. That Luca Rossi is my boss. I hope an angry Karen shows up at his door and gives him hell.

The thought makes me grin.

Without a backward glance, I hightail it back home. I need a fucking long shower and then an even longer workout to get this man out of my mind.

“Why the fuck are you in such a mood?” my roommate, Jax, asks. He’s currently sitting on the floor doing sit-ups, and I can’t help the scowl that lines my face. Our apartment isn’t the nicest, but it works, and we can afford it on our bodyguard salaries. Most of our time is spent at the main house anyway, so for living off-site, this works just fine. And honestly, I like to save my money. I want to make sure I have a nice nest egg if things get hard.

I think about Luca’s sprawling house, the opulence in excess, and my lips turn down even further. I don’t know why he needs such a big place. It’s not like he has a family or kids. He doesn’t even have a pet.

Maybe he has wild orgies there when he’s not working, I think, and feel my jaw click.

“I’m not in a mood. Just tired.”

Truth is, I’m entirely well-rested. I slept like a baby with Luca wrapped around me. The way his legs and arms snaked around me, holding me tightly. I don’t know what possessed him to do that, but the fact he did makes me even angrier.

He has no fucking right. He had no fucking right to hold me like that.

Like I belong to him. Like he cares.

My phone buzzes and I look down at it, seeing a picture of my panties in a drawer with several others. Fuck the Andromeda brothers.

I should have never let them fuck me.

Twincest:

We enjoyed the video. And our contract has changed. For all future work, we expect you to send a video. Preferably with Luca Rossi.

I don’t even reply. Fuck that. I like my job, but not this much. I’m not going to let Luca touch me again.

I’ll speak to Anthony. He’ll see reason.

Possibly.

The brothers are the best in the business. They’re hard to schedule.

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