Page 42 of Bastard Prince
“You’re goddamn right I am,” Enzo replied, thrusting his hips up to match each downward stroke of my own. It was too much, the pleasure and the emotion combining to bring me to an explosive orgasm, my thighs shaking with exhaustion. After a few more seconds, Enzo buried himself deep, following me into the hazy bliss.
Resting my head in the center of Enzo’s chest, I let myself float for a moment, content to just breathe, while he trailed his fingers lightly up and down my spine. I could probably have fallen asleep right there on the canvas mat if the sound of the door opening hadn’t jolted me back to reality.
“So,” came the hesitant voice of Rocco, the laughter clear in his tone, “as much fun as this has probably been, the crowd is gonna be here any minute. I’m not sure this is what they are expecting to see from their ring-side seats tonight.”
Keeping my body tight to Enzo’s, I turned my head away, biting my lip to keep from groaning in mortification. Enzo wrapped his arms around me, likely trying to cover as much of me as possible.
“Rock,” he growled. “Get the fuck out.”
“Sure thing, boss man,” he said, this time not trying at all to hide his laughter.
Once the door was closed again, I rolled off of Enzo, covering my face with both hands.
“Well, that was embarrassing.”
“Fuck that, Francesca,” Enzo said, rolling over to cage me in, his body heavy on mine. “We ain’t got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. This is our club. We make the rules. If we wanna fuck on every surface in every club I own, then we will, and everyone can wait outside until we’re done.” Pulling my hands away to look at him, I smiled, staring into his intense gray eyes. “No one tells you what to do in this town, Francesca Argenti.”
Not having any good response because my throat was choked with emotion, I instead leaned up and kissed him, pouring everything I felt into it, hoping he could feel my thoughts through every swipe of my lips over his.
By the time I came up for air, I could hear the increased sounds of footsteps in the sports bar overhead, the noise a clear indication that people really were headed our way.
Dressing quickly, I ran my fingers through my hair to try and make it look a little less like sex hair and a little more like beachy waves. When it was as good as it was gonna get, Enzo and I headed for the door, hand in hand. By the time we re-entered the sports bar, the place was packed, every screen on every wall showing a different sporting event, and the arcade was lit up like a carnival. I spotted Vinnie exactly where I had left him, guarding my purse while seated on a stool at the end of the long wooden bar, his glass of ice water nearly empty as he surveyed the room suspiciously. Rocco stood beside him, a woman yammering away in his ear, but he didn’t seem to be listening, instead frowning at his phone screen.
Strange.
Enzo approached the bar and flagged down the bartender, a cute blonde girl who immediately beamed at him and began pouring him a drink. When he indicated he wanted two, she frowned, but obliged. Taking the drinks, Enzo headed back my way, offering me the second while he casually sipped from the first.
Tequila again, but I didn’t mind; the drink was actually growing on me.
We made small talk with Vinnie and Rocco for a while before Rocco interrupted, saying that it was time to head down and start the fights.
“You stayin’ tonight?” Enzo asked me, finishing his drink and setting the glass back on the bar. Reaching out, Enzo curled one hand softly around the back of my neck, his warm fingers massaging small circles at the base of my hairline, and I hummed like a contented kitten.
“Not tonight,” I replied, even though I did want to stay with Enzo, I knew I should probably have a face-to-face with Sway. “I have some things to take care of.”
“You gonna tell me what those things are, babe,” he said, his voice low in the busy bar. “Or are you gonna make me guess.”
“I’ll fill you in when you get home,” I answered, taking his hand as we walked toward the door, Vinnie trailing along behind us. When we stepped out onto the sidewalk, I paused, looking up at Enzo. “Youarecoming home tonight, right?”
“Um,” Vinnie said, his ears going pink. “I’ll just go start the truck. Get the, uh, air going and all.” Turning quickly, he jogged down the steps and away from us, heading to the side of the lot where he had parked my truck.
When he was gone, Enzo turned to me, remorse in his eyes. “Francesca,” he began, pausing to consider his words, “from now on, I’m coming homeeverynight.”
I smiled, rising up on my toes and going in for a kiss, but movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Squinting against the setting sun, I raised one hand to shade my eyes and watched as a big black van sped out of the busy parking lot, tires kicking up dust as it rounded the corner for the road back into the heart of the city.
Enzo noticed my staring and turned, following my gaze as the van careened out of sight.
“Holy shit, Francesca,” he said. “Was that—”
BOOM
An explosion rocked the parking lot, rattling the building and setting off car alarms all over the place. Covering my ears, I ducked down, but the heat of the blast still hit me, the smell of burning chemicals quickly filling my nose as I stared at the column of black smoke and flames that came from across the lot.
“What thefuck?” Enzo swore, stepping in front of me as if we were under attack.
And maybe we were.
Shaking off my stunned stupor, I looked again to where the blast had come from, the realization sinking into my veins like a slow poison.
