Page 20 of Kings & Corruption

He shifted. “Yeah, so?”

“So isn’t your dad the guy who got caught giving bribes to Congressman Mellon last year?” I asked.

The congressman had gotten off on a technicality, but it had still exposed the family to a lot of heat.

Enzo shrugged. “That’s how our business works.”

“The bribes, sure. Getting caught?” I took a drink of coffee. “Well now, that’s just stupid.”

He fisted his hands at his side and opened his mouth to say something, then stopped when Drago walked into the room. I’m not going to lie, adrenaline was coursing through my veins from the altercation with Enzo, but if it hadn’t been, it would have started the second Drago came into view.

Because a rumpled, just-rolled-out-of-bed Oscar Drago? Way yummier than those donuts I’d been salivating over a few minutes before.

“What’s up?” Drago asked, looking from me to Enzo and back again.

I’d been playing with fire and I knew it, but I also knew the law of the land, which was not to take any shit. Because the second you took shit from one person in our world, you could count on a having a truckload dumped on you every damn day.

I wasnothaving that for the rest of the school year, especially from the guys I was living with.

“Not a thing,” I said, setting my cup on the counter.

Drago studied Enzo with narrowed eyes before walking to one of the cupboards. He took down a stack of plates and handed me one.

He was standing so close I felt the brush of his shirt against my boobs. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, and my nipples immediately hardened under what now felt like the criminally thin fabric of my T-shirt.

He grinned like he knew exactly what I was thinking, like he knew he’d made my panties wet just by standing next to me. “If you say so…tiger.”

He smelled like clean sheets and coffee, and I wanted nothing more than to peel off his looseKill BillT-shirt and lick his body like one of the jelly donuts I’d spotted in the big pink boxes. His dark hair was tousled, and I could almost feel it between my fingers, could almost feel his smooth, cool piercing against my lower lip.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking the plate and sliding out from where he’d trapped me next to the counter.

I pulled one of the jelly donuts out of the box.

“There’s juice and milk in the fridge,” Matt offered, the first thing he’d said since Enzo had rudely interrupted our pleasant exchange.

“Thanks. Anybody else?” I asked.

“I’ll take juice if you’re offering,” Drago said.

I found the glasses and pulled down two of them before turning to the giant fridge. The top shelf was filled with yogurt, fruit, and eggs, and I remembered Rock and his grocery bags.

The guy knew how to shop for food.

Any other day I would have been all over the fruit and yogurt, but Enzo had soured my mood. I was in need of a serious sugar hit, preferably with more caffeine.

I scanned the contents of the fridge until I spotted a carton of OJ on the bottom shelf. I bent to get it and turned around with it in my hand just in time to see Enzo shift his eyes away from where I was standing.

Motherfucker had been looking at my ass while Drago poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Enzo!”

I don’t know who jumped more, me or Enzo, but when Neo walked into the room, shirtless and glistening with sweat, it was Enzo who looked scared.

And from the furious expression on Neo’s face, I didn’t blame him one bit.

Chapter10

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