Page 136 of DeLucas After Dark

"Who is he?"

"He isn't talking. But I removed his shirt. He has a skull tattoo with snakes and shit on his back."

The motorcycle gang."Them bitches were still brave enough to send someone," Enzo mused.

"I have to say, they've got some balls."

"Well, I want all of their balls cut off. I'll tell Terzo this tomorrow. But tomorrow, we're putting an end to that club."

"Yes, sir," Drew nodded. "Any special instructions for this one?" Drew tapped his trunk.

"Send his balls to his leader with a note saying we're coming for all of them."

"Consider it done."

"Make sure things stay quiet out here. And don't let Eve see any of you."

Drew nodded. With the conversation over, Enzo turned and headed back to the restaurant. Once inside, he approached the waiter again.

"Anything happen while I was gone?" Enzo asked.

"Eve went to the bathroom."

Enzo stared down the hall where he knew the men's room was. "Is she still there?"

"It's not that way, boss. The ladies' room is on the other side of the dining area."

"She went alone?"

"I followed her," the guard assured him. "But she asked me to stop at the end of the hall."

Enzo gritted his teeth. "I told you to keep your eyes on her."

"I couldn't follow her into the bathroom, boss."

"You could've followed her to the..."

To the what?Shit. He was right. Getting too close in that situation wasn't appropriate. Plus, it could've triggered Eve, and she may have tried to kill his guard. It wouldn't be the first time. His little lady was a savage.

"Is she back?" Enzo asked.

"Yes. She's seated at the table. She declined dessert. She said she already ordered dessert at home."

She did? Enzo smiled, anger fading. Nodding, Enzo headed back to the table.

"Sorry for taking so long," he apologized as he sat down across from her. She was sipping her wine, and therefore, she couldn't reply right away. However, Enzo frowned, noticing the sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you hot?" he asked.

Her brows narrowed in confusion as she lowered her glass and swallowed.

"Hot?" she said.

"You're sweating," Enzo pointed out.

"Oh! Oh, right. Yes. A little. I mean, not out here. It's obviously not hot out here," she rushed to say. "But the bathroom was a little warm." She grabbed her clean napkin and touched it to the side of her head.

"You alright?" Enzo asked, his gaze drifting toward the hall that led to the lady's room. Had she encountered anyone in the bathroom? Had she noticed a guard and gone outside to see what was going on? His gaze swiped over her as she lowered her napkin to the table. She seemed fine.

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