Page 70 of The Enforcer

“To girls’ night?”

“I have some business at the club anyway,” he lied.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I’m going to have a talk with Kristoff. He’s usually at Flux on a Friday night. Was thinking that maybe you’re right, and I should try to get to know him. Make an effort.” He almost choked on the last words.

Her eyes softened. “You’re finally going to talk to your brother.”

“Now don’t get ahead of yourself. And no more meddling. I’m just going over to say hi.” And he meant that in the most literal sense of the word. Greeting the bastard and then ignoring him technically was talking.

She gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

He pressed her body against him, his hand grazing her back. Her naked back. The reason he had to keep an eye on her in the first place.

“I’ll drive you.”

On the way over to Flux, they discussed Zoe. He was glad to hear the progress the little one was making. She’d gone through a lot, and it seemed like she was settling in nicely at her new school.

At the club, they were greeted with dark piano music and complimentary drinks. He took Mary to a table in the VIP section. Tommie and Jazzy were already there. Their quartet was finished with Katya, Kristoff’s protégé. The girl had long pink hair that made her baby blues stand out, even in the shaded nightclub.

He kissed his woman, tongue and all, for everyone to see, and went to the office upstairs.

As he’d dreaded, he was greeted by Angel, who managed the club. He was doing paperwork behind his laptop.

“Well, well, what brings you here?” he asked.

While Diaz Security did provide the security for this place, it was usually one of his men who coordinated the security.

“Just thought I’d join my wife for the evening.”

“Ah, the infamous girls’ night.”

“You’ve heard about it.”

“They’re great for business. Every time they come in, social media posts about the club increase. Especially when Tommie enters the building.”

Hector looked down through the see-through mirror onto the dance floor. The area around his woman was getting crowded with rowdy dancers. A few men, some already drunk, were getting closer than he liked. He called his security guy.

“I need a parameter around table three in the VIP section.”

“You sure you don’t want them to build a wall?” a voice sounded from behind him.

Kristoff stood in the doorway. Great.

“What are you doing here?” He usually stayed at his own private booth.

“I’m part owner of this place. I can come and go as I please.” Kristoff came to stand next to him, looking through the glass. “I dropped Katya off. As you know, she was invited as well.” He sounded particularly pleased by that.

“And you let her leave like that?”

“Leave like what?” Kristoff peeked downstairs and cursed. “She was wearing a jacket while in the car. Sneaky girl. What is she doing going dressed like that? She’s just a kid.”

Actually, she wasn’t. Hector knew that because when the girl had turned twenty-one, a few months back, she’d had her first girls’ night with Jazzy’s crew. It was good to know someone could pull one over Kristoff, though. He grinned. Maybe this night was going to be fun after all.

Then someone put his hand on Katya’s bare back. Kristoff’s eyes flamed up like the end of a match.

“Suka,” he hissed. “Getting his filthy germs all over her.”

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