Page 12 of His Enforcer

With shaking hands, I do as I’m told, humiliation and regret heavy in my chest and, at the same time, a thrill as well.

That’s probably as close to him as I’ll ever get again.

When we arrive at Anthony Costello’s sprawling estate, the one I landed in as a lost teenager fifteen years ago, I drop Luca off at the front door and then sit in the SUV, trying like hell to figure out how I’m supposed to walk around with cum in my pants and a wet spot on the front of my jeans without anyone noticing.

Damn him.

I shouldn’t have pushed him. I should have just let him eat his fucking ice cream cone and driven him to work.

But no, I had to tempt fate. I can’t seem to help myself.

My head lands on the steering wheel and I turn my head slightly to look at the sprawling acres. The house sits before me, but the garden that Angel tended is just behind those trees. Further back is an orchard and a treehouse that Anthony built for his sons when they were little.

And now he uses it for other extracurricular activities.

I still can’t believe this is my life, that I found myself here of allplaces. A boy from a trailer park who owned two sets of clothes is now a part of all this.

I never knew such wealth existed until I showed up here. Sometimes I still can’t believe it.

A knock on the window has me jumping slightly, pulling me from my thoughts and when I peer over, I see Teddy, another bodyguard, standing before me. He’s huge, with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looks like he’s ex-military, but I’m not sure about his history because he never speaks. I’ve never heard him mutter so much as a word.

Tatum says that he’s nonverbal. But he signs, not that I’ve learned anything yet.

I really need to fucking learn because that’s the decent thing to do. And I always told myself that coming here was a chance to do better than my parents, to be a decent person when it counts.

Learning American Sign Language would count.

I roll the window down and lean my head against the headrest.

“Hey, Teddy. You don’t happen to have any extra pants, do you?”

Teddy’s face turns to my messy jeans and his cheeks pinken. He knows what I did. I’m pretty sure that even though he doesn’t speak, it only means he has more time to observe. I’m sure he knows how much Luca turns me on.

He nods slightly and then moves away, returning a few minutes later with a pair of sweatpants. He’s bulkier than me, but I’ll take it.

“Thanks, I owe you,” I reply and then hop out of the SUV and move into the house, the sweatpants in front of my crotch. Thank God no one is around to comment on this.

When I find the nearest bathroom, I quickly and thoroughly clean myself up, pulling the sweats on and tightening them as best I can. I look ridiculous, but it’s better than sitting in sticky cum the rest of the evening.

I stash my jeans under the sink and move toward Anthony’s office. I can hear him and Luca talking inside, and I mentally remind myself not to get hard when I see Luca.

I won’t get hard.

This obsession needs to die. It needs to fucking walk off a cliff.

I take a deep breath, and then, with a flick of my wrist, I knock and move inside. Luca is sitting on the couch, his thighs spread, his jacket off, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his strong tattooed forearms. His lips twitch slightly when he sees my new outfit, but I refuse to acknowledge him, turning to nod at Anthony, who is cradling Tatum in his lap.

Thank fuck they’re not having sex. The number of times I’ve seen them going at it…I’d rather not right now. But Anthony seems to like showing off his man, and Tatum has no qualms about it. So I just let them do what they want. I really have no say in it, anyway. Anthony’s the boss. Even Luca defers to him. Most of the time.

When he’s feeling very self-destructive, he disobeys.

The fights that ensue after are a shitshow.

“Nice of you to join us,” Anthony says as I move to stand near Luca, not wanting to get too close to him but needing to appear as a united front. I used to work solely for Anthony, but after he met Tatum, I’ve been relegated to Luca.

“I was speaking with Teddy,” I reply bluntly.

“Well, Luca was just catching us up on what’s been going on.” Anthony’s gaze flicks from my pants to my face, and my nostrils flare. “Seems I have you to thank for the Andromeda brothers.”

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