Page 25 of His Enforcer

And I hate being hungry. I grew up starving and I refuse to go hungry again. I pull out a granola bar and stuff some in my mouth.

I resent that Anthony has me working for Luca now that he’s spending more time at home with Tatum.

I’m glad I have a job, working for a man I respect, but not at the cost of my sanity.

I pull the car into a dirt parking lot and the two of us walk toward the ramshackle building, motorcycles parked in a line outside, the neon sign flickering ominously. When we step inside, I take in the fewmen and several women lingering about in the smoky, dimly lit room. My hand moves to the gun at my side, and I nod at the bartender.

“We’re here to see Tish,” Luca announces.

Just as he says it, a woman with bleached-blonde hair appears.

“Well, look who it is!” She’s not a day over forty, but she looks as if she’s lived far longer than that. The Sirens are one of the toughest motorcycle clubs around and made up of mostly women. “Luca Rossi. As I live and breathe.”

She moves up to him and kisses him on the cheek, smearing her pink lipstick across his skin as she does.

Luca grins at her, looking far too sexy for just having had his mouth on mine, and he strokes his hand over hers.

“Looking beautiful as always, Tish.”

She preens and I fight back an eye roll. I don’t want to make anyone upset at my clear lack of respect. The Sirens may be women, but they’re fierce. Scarier than most, I might add. Almost like they have something to prove.

“Come on back to the office. Easier for me to hear you and less eavesdropping. They’re all nosy bitches.”

We follow her to an office down a short hallway and she opens the door for us, letting us walk inside first.

“What can we do you for? You said you had something you wanted us to look at?” she says as she closes the door and moves toward Luca.

“Yeah,” Luca replies, producing a piece of paper and handing it to her. “Take a look at this and let me know if you’ve heard of any new drugs out on the market.”

She eyes it and rolls her painted lips between her teeth. She takes far too long to respond. I don’t like that. Not at all. The vibe in this room is off. “Not sure I do.”

The way her eyes flick up to meet mine makes me think she’s lying to me. But I can’t call her out on it. I have to save my thoughts for later.

“You sure?” Luca asks.

“Do you mind if I make a copy of this?” she asks.

Luca nods, and I watch her intently as she scans it on her copy machine.

“I also sent you a picture of a woman we found deceased in one of the warehouses. Can you pass it around and see if anyone knows her?”

She nods and hands Luca the toxicology report.

“I’ll keep in touch. Now, you want a drink before you leave? On the house.”

Luca eyes me and then nods. “Sure. I’d love a drink.”

She grins, lipstick smeared on her teeth, and we follow her to the bar where a burly woman is making drinks. Her biceps look like they could crush my head with one ill-timed movement.

“Hello, handsome,” the bartender says to me, and I manage a small nod. “What can I get you?”

“He’s not drinking,” Luca says before leaning forward and wetting his lips seductively. “But I’ll have an old fashioned.”

“You got it,” the woman says and then winks at him.

I sit down on the stool next to Luca and place my gun on my lap. I don’t trust these women. And the unkempt appearance of the men lingering around makes me worried for civilization. Have they not heard of soap?

I bet their asses aren’t clean, either.

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