Page 87 of His Enforcer

Before our banter can continue, Tatum and Bane make an appearance, Teddy in tow. Anthony’s gaze drifts over to his man and his lips turn up at the corners.

I’ve never seen him this happy before.

I’m fucking glad he has Tatum.

“So, what do you think?” Tatum asks, turning around and showing Anthony his ass. He wiggles it slightly, and Anthony arches an eyebrow.

Bane slaps it roughly and unexpectedly, my eyebrows rising when Anthony glowers at him.

“Sorry, got excited,” Bane murmurs, looking sheepish. “Please don’t cut off my hands. I need them for my job and for my penis.”

“No one is cutting off anything. Anthony is fine. Aren’t you? Are we all ready to go?” Tatum asks, and Anthony nods, standing up. He finishes his drink and sets it on the table, pulling Tatum into his chest and kissing the top of his head.

“Are you sure security is tight?” Anthony asks Luca.

“I’m positive.”

Luca’s hands tighten on me a moment before he lets me go, and we meander out into the foyer. Shoes and jackets are put on before a few other guards join us, Jax being one of them.

He sees me standing there and his eyebrows meet his hairline in surprise.

He didn’t expect me to be all dolled up.

I wish I’d never let Tatum convince me to do this.

No, he didn’t convince me. It was non-consensual makeup.

Luca’s hand lands on the back of my neck, and I lean into his touch a moment before pulling away.

I need to focus, maintain my composure, and I can’t do that when he’s touching me.

We all pile into the SUVs, Jax and Teddy with Tatum and Anthony, while I drive Bane and Luca to the club. As I navigate the highways, Bane sits in the middle seat in the middle row, his body tilted forward, chattering nonstop.

“So, I am very excited about the club tonight. I haven’t had my dancing shoes on in ages.”

“Since when have you ever danced?”

“I watch videos and practice. The people in the basement think I’m very good.”

“They only say that because you’re about to murder them,” I reply, and Bane gasps.

“No! I’m very good. They wouldn’t lie.”

Luca huffs a laugh and reaches over, touching my thigh. He leaves his hand there, his thumb stroking absently back and forth, driving me wild.

“You know who also said I was a good dancer? Henry, the little shit. He gave me pointers and everything.”

His bottom lip juts out, his fingers digging into the leather of the middle console.

“He had very good moves. In bed and out.”

“Should you be thinking of him now?” Luca asks. “It could ruin your night.”

“I want to think of him. Because if I see him tonight, I will have the anger of a thousand suns. I will incinerate him.”

“What was so good about Henry, anyway?” I ask, and Luca squeezes my thigh.

“Should we really be doing this?” he asks lowly.

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