Page 103 of The Enforcer's Revenge
“I know.” Tony gave him a look. “We heard things.”
Tino wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t exactly been great at hiding his relationship with Brianna. Even if enforcers weren’t allowed to have girlfriends, the Morettis were sorta known for fucking off with the rules—especially when it came to women.
“It’s just we don’t share,” Tino explained hesitantly. “She was a virgin the first time. She gave that to me, you know? So”
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Tony said in that same dry, even-toned voice that made him so hard to read. “I’m not gonna talk to your little girlfriend, Tino.”
“You’re not the one I was worried about.” Tino winced. “You have to get me out of here without Maria. I can’t handle explaining her to my girl or my family. My brother Romeo could show up. He doesn’t know anything, and I can’t fucking deal with being outed right now. I love you guys. You know I’d take it for either of you, but?—”
Tino stopped talking when he heard Maria’s shoes against the wood floors. They both looked up when Maria appeared at the entrance to the bathroom, this time wearing a sleeveless, white romper with a wide belt. Her long, honey-brown hair was still loose, but now she was sporting a fedora hat with a single feather decorating the side.
She leaned against the doorway, showing off long, tanned legs and wedged shoes. “How do I look?”
“Sexy,” Tino assured her, and it wasn’t a lie. “That part hasn’t changed.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Maria came and sat with them on the floor. She settled with facing Tino, her open legs resting on either side of his. She reached forward and brushed the sweaty hair off his forehead. “We really should do a spa day before we leave. Clean you up a bit. The Feds can wait.”
“I’m not feeling very nineties De Niro today even for you.”
“Honestly, right now, I’d say you’re closer to seventies De Niro. LessGodfather, moreTaxi Driver. Dirty and crazy, but still kind of sweet.”
Ouch.
“Merda.” Tino closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, finding it sticky with sweat. “I usually take care of my shit. Bad week.”
“I know.” Maria ran a hand up his leg, caressing his thigh through his jeans. “A shower would probably help.”
“There’s nothing wrong withTaxi DriverDe Niro. Some of us like it dirty. Maybe you’re just not his style this week.” Tony looked at Tino with a smile rather than meeting Maria’s gaze. “We did have to put on a performance outside. Too bad you missed it.”
Maria slowly turned her attention from Tino to Tony as she gave him a harsh look. “Bullshit.”
“Oh, it’s not bullshit.” Tony’s smile grew wide and devious. “And we made it extra hot for the Feds.”
Maria pouted, appearing genuinely hurt. “Did you really kiss for the Feds? Without me?”
“We didn’t have a lot of planning time when it went down.” Tino almost felt bad about it. “Next time, we’ll call you first.”
“Boo. All this time, and you two finally do it for the Feds of all people. Now it’s gone forever. This day is officially dreadful.”
“Sorry, mama,” Tony said with a smile and leaned over to push her shoulder playfully. “If you were feeling ambitious, youcould always try to get a look at the Feds’ wall. Go behind the lines for a little while. Find out what they know.”
Maria glanced up at that. “I don’t know any dirty Feds. Mike retired.”
“See, she doesn’t know any.” Tino hit Tony’s leg, catching on. “Come with us to the Moretti compound. Play it safe. You’re not missing much. It was one kiss.”
“With tongue,” Tony added.
“Well, yeah, with tongue.” Tino tilted his head at that and gave Tony a false look of annoyance. “You were kinda aggressive about it. I almost feel like you took advantage of the situation.”
“Tasted like dark roast,” Tony mused thoughtfully. “And chocolate.” He gave Tino his full attention and said with conviction, “You know, that’sexactlywhat I thought you’d taste like.”
“I know you’re both playing me.” Maria pointed a finger at Tony. “You’re not slick.”
Tony licked his lips, a smile still tugging at his lips, but he didn’t respond.
“He does taste like dark roast and chocolate,” Maria whispered, sounding thoughtful. “I guess that hasn’t changed.”
“Nope,” Tino assured her. “Still hot and sweet. Your favorite.”
