Page 43 of His Enforcer

Tatum will be safe.

Teddy and I will make sure of it.

And if I know anything about Anthony and Tatum’s relationship, it’s that they like to play cat and mouse.

Often.

I keep my gaze focused on the road before us, navigating the freeways to our destination.

When we finally park and walk in, the hostess, Olive, grins at me before turning her gaze to Tatum and Teddy.

“Hi there, Vik. It’s been years.”

Three, to be exact.

“It has. But here I am.”

“So glad you’re back. We’ve missed you.” She gestures to Teddy and Tatum. “Friends of yours?”

“The Costellos.”

Her grin slips slightly and then she nods. “Oh. Of course. We willneed an NDA signed, but come on in and get ready while I pull up the paperwork.”

Tatum follows next to me, his eyes wide, taking in the luxurious decorations surrounding us.

“Wow, this is real nice. I had no idea this place existed. Does Anthony know about this place?”

“I’m sure he does. Mr. Rossi is the owner,” Olive says.

My footsteps falter and I stare at her, my blood pressure rising.

“When did the change of ownership happen?”

Olive peers over at me. “Oh, about three years ago. It was kind of sudden, but yes. He bought Roberto out.”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt,” Tatum says. “But Viktor said I could get some sexy lingerie here.”

Olive nods. “Of course. We have a variety to choose from. You can try on anything that suits your fancy in the changing room.”

“Perfect. Show me the way,” Tatum says, and I grumble under my breath as we move to the changing rooms, my mind still reeling at the fact that Luca owns this place. Fuck. Why didn’t he tell me? Why did no one say anything?

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling as we enter and oversized lockers line one wall. A wardrobe sits open with new lingerie for men and women hanging inside, and Tatum moves toward it,oohingandahhingas he flips through the various outfits.

He pulls one off the rack and holds it up to him.

“What do you think?” He’s asking Teddy more than he’s asking me, so I just wait for Teddy to nod in agreement.

Tatum grins and moves to a private stall where he puts on the outfit, returning in a see-through lacy bodysuit.

“Look how pretty,” he says and then turns around and waggles his ass. “I think Anthony will like it when he shows up.”

I swallow as I take my jacket off. “He’s coming right now?”

“Oh, you bet your ass he is.”

He grins at me, and Teddy huffs in frustration. So this was just a ploy to get Anthony to pay attention to him. Yeah, fine.Whatever. This is how they operate, and Anthony lets Tatum get away with murder.

I kick my pants off, and Tatum whistles when he sees my outfit.

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