Page 8 of His Enforcer

“We’ll be there.”

The call ends and Luca glances at me, wetting his lips.

Why the hell is he always staring at me as if he wants to devour me?

He needs to fucking look away before I punch him. He’s been toying with me for over a decade, and the last three have been hell.

To give me something like that, to remind me of it every year, and to never give it to me again…

I glance away and take a step back, trying not to inhale the intoxicating scent of him. I hate how good he smells. The way it overwhelms me.

“They’ll be here soon,” I say, and he nods, inhaling his cigarette once more.

“They better be. I have shit to do.”

I scoff and take another step back, my eyes scanning the warehouse to find a place to undress. Of course, I find nothing. It’s completely empty, just cobwebs and a few empty crates stacked near the metal siding.

This is just my fucking luck.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m just walking around to see if we missed anything,” I lie.

Luca scoffs just as the Andromeda brothers appear, almost as if summoned through some kind of portal. Wouldn’t be surprised if they’re demons or some kind of paranormal beings. I know it’s ridiculous, but I swear, they’re not from this world.

They’re identical twins, both tall and lean, their hair the color of midnight, their gray eyes the color of fog rolling over the bay. If I believed in the Grim Reaper, I’d assume they were related. Distant cousins, perhaps.

They set their black leather bags down by their sides in one swift coordinated movement and then stare at me intently, their hands folded in front of them.

“Well?” they say at the same time.

I know what they’re waiting for. Fuck, I should have never let them fuck me that one time. But I was desperate and they were available. I’d always wanted to be with twins. Huge mistake. Now they’re just demanding and very insistent.

My cheeks flame as their eyes meet mine.

“Fine. Fuck,” I murmur and then glance around, feeling slightlyhelpless. I don’t want to do this in front of Luca. I really don’t. “I’ll just go outside and…”

“No, we want to watch,” they both say in tandem. “That’s the stipulation,” Ezra adds.

“Yes. The stipulation,” Cain repeats with a slight nod.

Fucking hell. I was totally high when they fucked me, it’s the only explanation. I mean, they’re hot, but the creep factor is high with these two.

And yeah, they fuck like the devil, but once they had me, they grew obsessed.

And they always get what they want.

“What the hell are they talking about?” Luca asks, and I glower at him.

“You want to know why they agreed to work with us all of a sudden? This is why,” I say as I kick my shoes off and then peel my dark, ripped jeans down my legs. Luca’s eyes don’t move from my body, smoke billowing from his lips. My shirt hangs over my ass, but I know he can see as I peel the lace panties off. They slide down my thighs and my entire body ignites.

I can’t believe this is fucking happening, that he’s watching me do this. But I can’t back down, not if we want them to complete this job.

I stand up and hold them in my hands, the fabric still warm from my body.

Luca curses behind me, shuffling on his feet, but I don’t look back. I refuse.

“Bring them here,” they say, and I exhale slowly, walking toward them in only my socks and shirt. This is fucking humiliating.

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