Page 7 of His Enforcer

It’s terminal at this point.

“Calm down,” I murmur as I stare down at the body on thefloor, a young woman. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth unnaturally, eyes staring up at me, unseeing. Clearly dead. She’s one of ours, I suppose, since she’s in one of our warehouses and was discovered by another soldier while he was making his rounds. Or maybe she’s not. I don’t fucking know. She has no ID on her and I’ve never seen her before, but I can make an educated guess.

Whoever she is, she’s not where she belongs. That much is certain.

“I was keeping a lookout,” I reply angrily as I lean down next to him, jostling him slightly. Touching him makes something flutter deep inside my stomach.

Angry, razor-sharp butterflies. They slice at my chest and make those angry wounds reopen every single time. I do it anyway. I do it because I like the pain of it.

Luca huffs and knocks me back with his elbow and I nearly fall over. Right into something that looks concerningly like vomit.

“Fuck off,” I grumble, but he just ignores me.

“Shut the hell up and be useful. We need to call the cleaners,” Luca says. “Get rid of the evidence. Whoever is doing this wants her to be found and they want us implicated in it.”

“I’ll call Bane…”

“No, he’s too messy and loud. We have to call the Andromeda brothers now that they’re working with us.”

Well. Fuck. Me.

“Do we have to?” I murmur, and Luca stands up, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket. He places it between his lips, and I stare at his mouth a little too long. I fucking hate those lips, the way they curve up when he’s feeling sinister, the way they can form just a few words that have me shriveling. And panting.

I hate that fucking mouth.

I hope it falls off. Right onto my dick.

“Do as I say,” he snaps, and I feel myself shrink back as my dick grows hard.

I fucking hate that I’m like this.

I really need to go to the club again and get this frustration worked out of me. But I haven’t been back since that night. I haven’t been able to make myself go. And because of that, I’m so close to the edge, teetering precariously. I’m a second away from falling completely. And while I have had some hookups in the years since, I haven’t stepped foot in the club.

Three years is too long.

Too fucking long.

Without a word, I pull the electric lighter from my pocket and hold it up to his cigarette.

He leans forward slightly, puffing on that stick until it lights up. The end ignites and he leans back as smoke billows around him, a gothic creature in the middle of this concrete jungle. Goddamnit. He’s so fucking hot. It’s not fair. It’s unjust. A crime against humanity and my entire body.

It leans toward him when he’s near.

I disgust myself.

As he inhales, I drag my gaze away and grab my phone, slowly hitting the number for the Andromeda brothers, dreading this with every fiber of my being.

They answer with a purr.

Fuck, they’re creepy.

“We have a cleanup for you,” I bite out, and they pause.

“Hmmm. Do you have what we want as a form of payment?”

My cheeks flame and I peer over at Luca who is watching me intently. There’s no way he can hear this. No fucking way. But I know that there’s no way by the end of it, he won’t know.

“Yes.”

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