Page 66 of The Enforcer

Everyone but me.

The day would have been perfect if she wouldn’t have pearls rubbing against her bud at every move. Her pussy was burning, and she felt on edge. She’d thrown dirty looks in Hector’s direction every chance she got, but he just smiled. For a grumpy guy, he sure loved to smile these days.

Staring into the fridge, she pondered her options. She needed to grab some ice. Unfortunately, the ice was on the lowest shelf of the freezer.

Do not bend over!

A soda tastes better when it’s warm anyway.

When the doorbell rang, she left the ice where it was.

Kristoff stood at the door. She almost didn’t recognize him in casual black jeans and a black button-down.

His presence was followed by a huge truck stopping on their front lawn. Mary’s jaw dropped when she saw two men wheeling out a big statue from the truck.

“What the hell is that?” Hector had joined them and scowled at the monstrosity that took up a good portion of their lawn.

Kristoff was overseeing the placement of the statue with great pride. “That,bratan, is a dragon, chiseled after the big fucker fromGame of Thrones.”

Zoe gasped. “Bad word.”

He patted her on the head and looked Hector straight in the eye. “I wanted to introduce you to the show. It’s a gift from Katya and me.”

“Youwatch a TV show with dragons in it?”

“It’s educational,” Kristoff claimed. “There are seven families who fight over the throne. It’s basically the Bratva with dragons in it.”

“I don’t give a shit. Get that ugly thing off my lawn.”

Another gasp from Zoe and the little girl took off. Mary had an inkling of where she was headed.

Kristoff ignored him and trailed into the living room. “You remove it if you can. It’s solid marble, so watch your back.”

When Hector wanted to stomp after his brother, she pulled him into the nearest room.

“Please don’t.” Her brother-in-law just had a weird sense of humor. “If I can live with… that thing you made me wear, you can suffer through Kristoff for an afternoon.”

He scowled. “You forget that you get to wear… that thing in the first place because you invited him over.”

“Really, Hector?”

She didn’t care that he was right. Everyone but her was having a great time. Oh, she was smiling and refreshing the food and the drinks, but there was nothing she could do to stop the pool between her legs. Damn him for making her go through this.

“Ismiesposafeeling frustrated?”

She couldn’t help herself; she bit his chin.

Hector retaliated by pushing her up against the wall. His hands went under her dress, the heat of his skin burning her. Finally. She was ready to be scorched by him. Luckily, that’s exactly what he did.

Ten minutes of hot monkey sex later, she pulled her dress right. After peeking into the corridor, and making sure nobody saw them sneak out—her with mussed up hair and Hector with an insufferable grin—she got out.

“You will be polite toallof our guests,” she snapped. “And that’s the end of it.”

She hurried up to her bedroom, put on a new pair of panties—sans any pearls—and went looking for their latest guest.

She found Kristoff sitting in the backyard, his back to a wall, ending a phone call. Zoe joined her, skipping along, holding precious cargo in her hands.

“Kristoff, meet Zoe, your niece,” she officially introduced the two. Zoe’s eye widened at suddenly discovering that she had an uncle.

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