Page 123 of His Enforcer

“Alright, I think I’m done.” He glances down at the menu and then adds, “Oh, and some onion rings. The ones with the good sauce.”

“You done?” I ask, and Viktor muffles a laugh. I like that sound a little too much. I want to make him do it again.

“I think so,” Bane says and then smiles, patting his stomach. “I have an insatiable hunger.”

He waggles his eyebrows, and Jax snorts, ruffling his hair.

“You’re fucking weird, Bane.”

“I know, but you adore me and want to fuck me, so I can’t be that bad.”

Jax’s cheeks darken and he stammers. “No, I don’t. I’m not gay.”

Viktor snorts so loudly at that he almost chokes. I side-eye him and then lean over.

“Do I need to murder him, Vik?”

His eyes meet mine and he shifts closer to me. “Why would you need to murder him?”

“Have you fucked him?”

My voice lowers, possession pulsing through me. I don’t want Viktor to fuck anyone but me. I don’t even want to know about other men having him. It makes something ugly shift inside of me. “Tell me.”

Vik’s eyes flick across the table at everyone watching us. Jax looks slightly nervous, but I pay him no mind. My focus is solely on the man next to me, the one who has wormed his way into my body and has set up a home.

I can’t evict him now. Squatters rights and all that.

“I can tell you later, if you promise not to overreact.”

“So that means yes.”

My hand lands on his thigh, and I squeeze it roughly.

“Was it as good as me?” I whisper in his ear, not even caring that we have an audience.

His cheeks flame and his eyes meet mine.

“No. You ruined me for anyone else, Luca.”

My nostrils flare and I feel my chest puff up.

“Good. Now pick something to eat. I don’t want you hungry.”

He peers down at the menu, and I let my gaze swivel around the table. They all avert their gazes, but I can see the smirks on their lips.

Assholes. They know what they just witnessed.

The fall of Luca Rossi.

“Now, let’s order dinner. We need to be well-fed before we get to the club. No drinking. No drugs, and no fucking.” I peer over at Viktor and squeeze his leg before meeting Bane’s gaze.

“No fucking, Bane.”

He pouts, his eyelashes batting. “Are you sure? We drove all this way.”

“You snuck in. You didn’t drive. You napped.”

Bane’s pouty lip disappears and he wiggles in his seat. “I just need you to lower your expectations, Boss. I can’t promise no sex. I just can’t do that. I may get swept up in all the hormones and do something I don’t mean to do.”

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