Page 66 of His Enforcer

“It seems that’s mostly what the mafia is. All boring business deals in back rooms, contracts, and the occasional strong drink. There is very little action anymore.”

“You’re such a thug,” I tease.

Luca huffs a small laugh as Sabrina comes over to us, looking completely put together despite the earlier action.

“I have the security footage of the drop being looked over now. Hopefully, we’ll have something useful to give you. It shouldn’t take long. How about a drink?”

“Please,” I say, and Luca turns toward me slowly.

His voice lowers and he leans into me. “You say please so prettily.”

A scowl overtakes my face, and Luca smirks, reaching down behind me and squeezing my ass cheek roughly.

It still smarts from the spanking he gave me, still hurts to sit.

He has to know this. He does it anyway.

Sabrina pours us a drink, something strong, and I throw it back, needing something to keep me from rubbing up against Luca and begging. I won’t give him that.

“Would you like another?” Sabrina asks with a smile.

“No, he doesn’t,” Luca responds for me, and I know he’s right. I have to drive.

Fuck him for answering for me though. He’s not my father.

“But he will have something to eat.”

I glower at him, knowing where this is coming from. “I don’t need anything.”

“Get him a fucking snack. Please, Sabrina.”

Sabrina nods and walks to a cabinet, grabbing a few items and depositing them in my hands. All are luxury snacks, surely from overseas. I nod my appreciation, and her eyes sparkle.

She knows what this is, what Luca is doing.

Before I can say anything, a woman appears from the hallway, her hair up in a messy bun, her jeans ripped. She ignores uscompletely, speaking entirely to Sabrina. “Got some info. Not much, but more than we were expecting. If you want to see, I have it up.”

Luca, Sabrina, and I move to a small office where a few computer screens are set up. The woman pulls up some footage of the van, the quality better than I was expecting, and zooms in.

“We got a partial face,” she says. “It’s not that clear, but maybe you recognize him?”

Luca and I lean in further, our cheeks nearly brushing as we peer at the man’s face in the photo. It’s half-hidden, but something about it is familiar.

Someone I can’t quite place.

“Print that out—or better yet, send it to me,” Luca says, his hand landing on my ass once more.

Can’t keep his fucking hands off me.

The woman nods and a moment later, Luca’s phone pings as he receives the image.

“I’ll ask around. Thank you for getting that to me.”

We all move out of the small room, and Sabrina eyes us.

“Let me know who it is. They’re messing with me and my employees now.”

“I will.”

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