Page 15 of His Enforcer

Even if that competition is myself.

My mind flits to Viktor, taking man after man, his back bowed, his mouth open in pleasure, before I push it away.

He’s been taking up far too much of my headspace recently. It’s been gradually increasing.

Three years ago was a mistake.

A fucking lapse in judgement.

And watching him take his panties off and give them to the twins…well, that may have ignited something inside of me I thought I’d buried.

Or maybe I’m lying to myself.

I exhale for a long beat and then follow Carlos around the building, letting him point out all the additions and upgrades he and his men have made, per my specifications and Sabrina’s very helpful suggestions.

“Grand opening is next weekend?” he asks, and I nod.

“That’s the plan.”

“We’ll have it ready.”

“Wonderful,” I reply, and then grab my phone and let Sabrina know. She’ll be bringing a van full of women for the back rooms, a little extra incentive for those who have money to spend. In the end, Sabrina and I will come out richer and the customers who want to utilize it will be happier.

Perhaps I should add men to the menu as well.

Just as I think that, Viktor appears, wearing dark jeans, black Converse sneakers, and a tight gray t-shirt. I let my gaze travel over his wide shoulders, down to his narrow waist, and stopping right athis groin. His dark hair and dark eyes are the perfect combination with his tanned skin. He shifts on his feet, and I feel my lips curl up at the corners as he fidgets uncomfortably. Good. I want him to be fucking nervous.

The way he’s been toying with me.

With my thoughts. With the way I dream.

I fucking hate being controlled like this.

I’d rather have a different soldier follow me around, but Anthony insisted.

He trusts Viktor, wants to make sure I have someone to watch my back after almost losing Tatum. Viktor Sodaro has been with the Costello family a long time, not as long as I have, of course, but still. He was Anthony’s main bodyguard for a decade, and he trusts him with his life. And so here I am, saddled with this fuckface. I shouldn’t hate him this much, not when he does things for me that most wouldn’t. Like carry about that fucking electric lighter, or kill spiders when they invade my space.

Or save you from a fire.Right in this very room.

A shudder moves through me and I push it away. I won’t go there.

I won’t fucking go there.

Flames lick at my fingertips and I pick up my pace, pulling a cigarette from my jacket pocket and placing it between my lips. I want a smoke. It’s a terrible habit but it’s the only thing helping me keep my anxiety at bay. I smoke so the demons inside stay buried. Right where they belong.

Viktor appears at my side and holds out the lighter, calming me almost immediately. It’s not his presence that does it.

It’s just the smoke invading my lungs.

“Good boy,” I murmur, and his cheeks darken as I move forward once more. His blush makes it worth it. I like making him squirm. It’s an entertaining pastime.

Even if it does remind me…

“Stop fucking saying that shit,” he says as he trails after me.

I don’t respond, letting him think I didn’t hear him. Let him stew on it. I’ll do what I want. I always have. He gets no say in it. He may have invaded my thoughts, made me lose sleep all these years, but he won’t control the way I do business.

“Would you like to see the back rooms? They’re coming along nicely,” Carlos interrupts, and I nod, the three of us moving toward the back, taking in the dark tiled floors and the walls taped off for the painters. This is going to be quintessential sex—dark reds, blacks, and purples.

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