Page 9 of His Enforcer

As soon as I reach them, I hold the panties out and Ezra takes them, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply.

Cain peers over at his brother and then holds his hand out, doing the same thing.

“Well done,” he says as he stuffs the underwear in his bag andthey get to work, leaving me to trail back to my pants and shoes with a flaming face.

“Fuck, you’re twisted,” Luca says with a small chuckle as I yank my jeans back on.

“Shut up.”

“I knew you were kinky as fuck, but this is even better.”

My fingers curl into fists, and he tosses the cigarette onto the ground and grinds it with his foot.

“When did you let them fuck you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I murmur.

“So you say.” My knuckles crack, and Luca smirks at me. “Think twice about punching me, little slut,” he says, and fuck, the way my dick perks up at that. He hasn’t called me anything like that since that night. And even though he’s uttered it, I know he doesn’t mean it in the way I’m perceiving it. But it doesn’t seem to matter. My body is attracted to Luca Rossi and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says and leads the way out of the warehouse. I follow him, adjusting myself discreetly as we go, that name ringing in my ears.“Slut. Little slut.”

I’m so fucking hard by the time we make it to the SUV that I’m uncomfortable. We get in, me behind the wheel and him in the passenger seat, and he leans his head back, his gaze moving out the window.

“Who do you think she was?” he finally asks.

I don’t respond, my brain still stuck on that word.

“Little slut. Take it.”

“I’ll text Sabrina her picture,” he says as he pulls out his phone and sends a message. “I don’t think it’s one of her girls from the brothel, though. She looked a little rough. Maybe she’s someone from the club. I’ll ask Kianna too.”

He’s thinking out loud, but the sound of his voice is making my dick harder. I wish he’d just fucking shut up.

His phone vibrates and he glances down at it, his tattooed thumbs tapping on the screen.

“Neither of them recognizes her,” he mutters and then leans his head back and murmurs, “Fuck.” The way he says it is like he’s sinking into someone, into me, causing my hands to tighten on the steering wheel.

“She must have been placed there,” I manage to say, my jaw set as I maneuver around traffic. It’s always busy here in Southern California, but today, with the scattered showers, everything is a little more congested.

“Probably,” he replies and then adds, “But why?”

“Doesn’t matter now. The brothers will clean it up and it will be like she was never there. Never existed.”

“And all for the price of your panties,” he says with a huff, and I swear I want to pull over and make him walk home.

“You should be thanking me. They’re the best in the business and they refused to work with us—until me.”

He peers over at me, and I feel my cheeks flame.

“Was that planned? Your hookup? Or was your slutty hole just desperate for it and you took it without knowing they’d agree to work with us?”

The latter, I think, but refuse to answer him. It’s none of his business what I do in my free time. That night, he took away the freedom the club held, and I had to go elsewhere—a hookup app that allows me to meet nameless men in the middle of the night.

“I’ll make sure to let Anthony know how we came into possession of the brothers.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss. “What I do is no one’s business.”

He huffs a laugh and then looks down at his phone, his thumbs flying across the screen once more.

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