Page 23 of The Enforcer's Revenge
“Or we could do it on Thursday after class.” Tino’s smile grew broader and more devious. “And pretend it’s my birthday.”
“Yes,” Brianna agreed as she took another drink. “I’ll be the nun on Thursday, and you’ll be the priest on Tuesday. We’ll take turns being different flavors of sacramental pie.”
“Madonn’.” Carina rolled her eyes. “I need the weed. I’m clearly not as fucked up as her.”
“Baby, you can’t text about weed.” Tino sat next to Brianna at the coffee table. He placed the cakes in front of him. Then he leaned over and grabbed both Brianna’s cheeks in his rough palms. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Promise you won’t do that again. The last thing we need is another raid. Especially if you’re going to start packing all the time. I really don’t want to register a gun in your name in case you have to use it. Don’t text about weed.”
“I don’t even like weed,” Brianna reminded him as she picked up her drink. “Makes me feel lazy.”
“I know. Don’t drink any more of this.” Tino took her glass away and took a big gulp of it. Then he coughed and spat most of it back into the cup. He wheezed, “Cazzo, what is it? What the hell are you drinking?”
Carina burst out laughing. “That was so worth you coming over.”
Tino stuck out his tongue like the taste on it was making him sick as he looked at the glass. “Seriously, what is it?”
“It’s club soda and vodka with lime.” Brianna took her drink back when Tino set it down like it was toxic. “You’re overreacting. It’s not that bad.”
Tino wheezed and reached for Carina’s Irish Cream. He grimaced at the bottle like the thought of drinking it straight wasn’t much of an improvement, but it was clearly better than club soda and vodka. He took a long drink and then set the bottle down.
“This is the most fucked up pity party I’ve ever seen.” He reached into the back of his jeans, pulled out a small brown bag, and tossed it on the table. “Your weed.”
Carina sat on Tino’s other side at the coffee table and snatched it up like Christmas had come early. She opened it and smiled. “You got me candy bars, too.”
“Yeah, peace offering.” Tino shrugged. “I hope you know you’re sharing that weed if this is all you have to drink.”
“I’ll share,” Carina said as she moved her ashtray over and set herself up.
“You need to go back to the dentist,” Brianna mumbled as she watched Carina line up the different chocolate bars her brother bought her. “You have to have cavities.”
“Not one,” Carina said confidently. “I’ve never had one single cavity. We have strong teeth. Have you had one?”
Tino shook his head. “Nope.”
“Good thing.” Brianna went back to drinking. “She’s been eating ice cream all night. Now there’s cake and candy.”
“You need to eat the cake.” Tino pulled the drink out of Brianna’s hand and put a piece of cake in front of her. “Trust me, the cake will hurt you a lot less at rehearsal tomorrow than this vile merda.”
Tino set the drink out of reach on the coffee table, so Brianna had no choice but to eat the cake. She opened the container because she was starving, and it did look delicious. This wasn’t a cheap dessert. It was high quality, like Tino had gone to a fine dining restaurant and demanded they reopen. Triple-layer chocolate cake, complete with a little mint leaf decorating the swirl of whipped cream on top.
“Oh my God.” Brianna groaned because it tasted amazing. “I think I just came.”
Tino snorted. “That was easy.”
Brianna didn’t care that he was laughing. “I’m serious. I think I’m coming right now. I’m having an orgasm.”
“That cake is starting to make you look bad, Tino,” Carina observed dryly.
Brianna kept eating her cake, closing her eyes to really taste it because it was an indulgence she rarely allowed herself. She licked her fork, and Tino grunted. She blinked at him, seeing that dark gaze was trained on her mouth, so she licked her lips slowly and deliberately.
Tino made another low sound in the back of his throat and asked, “What’s it taste like?”
“Like sin,” Brianna whispered as she stared back at him, feeling the familiar jolt of need in her stomach Tino always brought out of her.
“Do you want the weed or what?”
“Huh?” Tino sounded a little dazed.
Carina shook her head. “You two are so weird.”
