Page 33 of His Enforcer

To not let me forget.

I never did find who murdered them. Even with Anthony’s help later on, the trail went cold.

Not that I’ve given up. I’ll never give up, not until I find them and burn them alive.

Just like they did to my family.

Leaning my head back against the passenger seat, I watch the traffic come to a standstill and curse under my breath.

“We should go back and press the Sirens. I know you’ve probably fucked all of them, but that doesn’t mean they’re innocent.”

“I’ve fucked ten and a half of them,” I grumble. And none of them were very good. Each one just a passing fancy that ended in extreme boredom. Unlike Viktor. It’s him I love to play with. I never thought I’d be into another man like this, but there’s just something about him.

The way he grumbles and grunts and ultimately caves.

I want to see him give in completely. Again.

I want itagain.

“Yeah, well…”

“Yeah, well, what?” I ask as my phone rings. I answer when I see that it’s Carlos.

“What’s up?” I ask and turn my gaze to the mountains and the traffic looming endlessly before us.

“Found a body out back. A woman. What the fuck do we do? I don’t do cleanup, Luca.” He sounds panicked, and I grind my teeth in frustration. This is not what I need today.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I know you don’t. Don’t call the cops. Cover her up with a tarp or some shit. We’ll be there as fast as we can.”

I stare at the brake lights in front of us and sigh again. “Another body at the club. Call the Andromeda brothers. Are you wearing your slut panties?”

“They’re not slutty. They’re just underwear.”

I stare at him long and hard. “I’ve never seen a man wear something like that.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t know the right kind of men.”

“Hm,” I say, running my hand across my jaw. “Apparently, I don’t. In any case, call the fucking brothers. I need them there ASAP. And we need a blood sample again. We need to see if this is an overdose with the same drug.”

But Viktor doesn’t sense the urgency. He takes his time calling them, speaking curtly through the speaker phone when he does. He’s trying to keep it professional, but they won’t let him.

“Do you have what we want?” they ask at the same time in the creepy way they do.

He huffs and peers over at me with those dark brown eyes. I can’t help but smirk.

“I do,” he grumbles, and they practically purr over the phone.

“Just so you know, we are making changes to the contract. Will discuss when we arrive.”

I grin as he hangs up and stabs at the controls for the music.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

“I’ll speak if I want to. I’m your boss, which you seem to forget as often as you breathe.”

“You don’t let me forget,” he hisses and then turns up the music even louder. Some kind of angry rock band that is giving me a migraine. Reaching over, I turn it off.

“Can’t stand that shit.”

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