Page 13 of His Enforcer

My teeth grind and I clasp my hands behind my back.

“A happy accident, I assure you.”

Luca’s grin is hidden behind his tattooed fingers, rubbing across his mouth. On each knuckle is a letter of his last name, and a large bloody flower on the back of his hand. I’ve always wondered what that was about but refuse to ask.

“Well, whatever makes them happy. They’re the best in the business and notoriously hard to get onto the schedule. But it seems your…incentive is benefiting me in very positive ways. Seems they’re willing to drop plans at a moment’s notice. For you.”

Tatum grins at me and wiggles around on Anthony’s lap, his robefalling open slightly, exposing his thigh to everyone. I turn my gaze away, not wanting Anthony to cut my eyes out for looking too long. Not that he would. He enjoys us watching, but still. No unnecessary ogling.

“Don’t tease Viktor. He’s embarrassed,” Tatum says. “He doesn’t want people to know he gives his panties away to strangers.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” I grumble, but I am. I can’t believe Luca witnessed me giving the brothers my underwear and then told our boss. They should be fucking grateful because, without me, we’d still be working with subpar contractors.

The last one left a limb on scene. Just completely forgot it.

Anthony had to contact his guy in the FBI to make that one disappear.

It was not a good day.

“Of course you’re not,” Luca says and then thankfully diverts the subject. “But back to Sabrina, the girl isn’t hers. So I think either someone is setting us up or this is just an unhappy accident.”

I peer over at Luca, whose lips are twitching.

Asshole.

“And you confirmed she wasn’t one of yours from the club?”

“Yes, I asked Kianna and she assured me that it’s not one of her dancers or the waitstaff. Besides, the place has been shut down for renovations for the past few months now.”

“Fuck,” Anthony says. “And the Fallen Aces? Does this have anything to do with them?”

“Tried calling Kit, but he didn’t answer.”

“Probably fucking around,” Anthony says, leaning forward and pulling out his phone. He dials a number, his free hand sneaking under Tatum’s robe, and I shift on my feet as I wait to see what happens.

“Kit. It’s Anthony. Pick up the fucking phone when Luca calls you.”

He leans back and Tatum turns slightly, his lips trailing upAnthony’s neck in a sensual dance. He loves to do this, tease his man until he breaks.

“He’ll send you the picture. You tell me if she’s one of yours,” Anthony grunts. “And don’t make us fucking wait.” He hangs up the phone, his hand tangling in Tatum’s hair. “Send the picture and let me know what he says.”

Luca leans back, pulling his phone from his pocket, my eyes snagging on the mess on the front of his slacks. My dick perks up and I turn slightly, not wanting him to see the effect he has on me.

Not that he doesn’t already know.

He knows far too much about me.

“He’s going to pass it around with the guys and see.”

Anthony groans and leans back as Tatum straddles him in his chair. The game between them is obviously over.

“Good. Now, unless you want a show, you can leave.”

Luca stretches slightly before pushing himself up and moving past me. I’m left to follow, my eyes resolutely on the back of his head and nowhere else. When we make it out into the hallway, I hear Tatum cry out Anthony’s name, and I curse under my breath.

“Horny fuckers,” Luca chuckles, pulling out a cigarette and waiting for me to light it. But the lighter is in the pocket of the pants I’ve stuffed under the sink.

He arches an eyebrow, and I scowl back at him.

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