Page 42 of His Enforcer

Me:

About to head out.

Tatum:

Oh? Where to?

The eyeball emoji pulls a curse from my lips. He won’t let this go, will he? He’s worse than a dog with a bone.

Tatum:

Let me go with you. Anthony and Luca are in meetings for the rest of the evening and I’m dying of boredom. Please, Vik. Pleeeeease.

I groan and press my forehead to the side of the car. I’m going toget murdered for this. Anthony will have my hide. Or Bane, most likely.

Me:

What if I say no?

Tatum:

You won’t. You never say no to me.

Yeah, there’s a reason for that, I think before my fingers fly across the screen.

Me:

You can come if you bring Teddy.

Tatum:

Deal. Meet you outside? Where are we going? What should I wear?

I don’t respond to that, not wanting him to be even more unbearable if he knows where I’m headed. I should skip out of going to the club, but what else would I do with him? Maybe this will do him some good. I know he’s a bit of an exhibitionist, so maybe he’ll like watching as well.

Fuck it. This is probably the safest place I could take him. They have more security there than a police station.

When I pull up to Anthony’s estate, Tatum is waiting outside like he said he’d be, wearing tight jeans and a see-through shirt. Teddy looms behind him, a frown on his face, his sunglasses covering his eyes.

Probably for the best that he doesn’t speak. I’m sure he has a lot to say right now and I’m not in the mood to hear it.

“Oh, I’m so excited,” Tatum says as he clambers into the front seat and buckles in. “Where are we going? You never answered me about what I should wear.”

I roll my eyes and purse my lips. “You’ll see.”

“Oh, but you’re dressed like a spy,” he says and then leans over and tugs on my jacket. It peels open and he gasps. “Oh.Ohhhh. Teddy, he’s dressed like a whore. I need something like this too. If I’d known, I’d have worn something sluttier.”

My skin turns red, burning hot. “They have stuff there you can wear. You can change.”

“Fuck yes.” He pumps his hand slightly, and as we drive away, I turn to look at him. “Does Anthony know where you are?”

“Oh, sure. He’s tracking me. Total red flag, psycho material. But it’s so hot, so I allow it. Also, I didn’t tell him exactly where I was going, but if he looks, he can see where I am. He’s a little overprotective after I lost my finger. But a boy has to live, you know?”

“Am I going to get in trouble for this?”

“Oh, no, of course not. Just me. I will get in so much trouble.”

He wiggles in his seat, and Teddy huffs behind us. He’s not happy about this and neither am I, but then again, I can’t say no to him. Anthony explicitly said we’re to give him whatever he wants, within reason. And my reasoning is Teddy accompanying us and the club has tight security.

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