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“Yes, well, I don’t give a fuck,” he snarls. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses. “I’ll be there in fifteen. Oh, and, Hercules? Here’s your strike one. I don’t give three.”
He ends the call and slams his phone down on the seat between us. “Carlton, take Ms. James to the complex.”
“Yes, Mr. Romano. Of course,” he answers curtly.
Enzo turns toward me, his hand grabbing on to my chin within seconds. “Tonight, baby girl, you won’t get to serve my cock after all. But soon enough, you will. Because you belong to me now.”
His lips are on mine, and I feel the acidic burn in my throat, bile threatening to come up.
Biting down on my bottom lip, he pulls back, gripping my cheek now. “Do you understand?” he says through gritted teeth, strumming his fingers along my jawline.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “Of course.”
He surprises me when he presses his lips to my forehead. “Good,” he grumbles against my skin. “Because I will ruin your pussy for anyone else.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “I will ruin this mouth too.”
I do my best not to seem absolutely disgusted, but I sigh in relief when we pull in front of the crew complex and he tears away from my body.
Finally, I can breathe again.
I count my lucky stars that tonight, I got off the hook.
But I know next time, I won’t be that lucky.
Whether Hudson Hercules meant to or not … he just saved me from a monster.
“On a scale of one to kill us both and dump our bodies in the ocean … how mad was he?” Rossi asks, cringing. “Just, you know, curious.”
“I’d say kill us, skin us, and then use us as shark bait, for sure,” I mutter, leaning against the car. “Probably send a picture to our mamas too.”
Rossi’s eyes snap to mine, and he glares. “You were supposed to say he wasn’t that mad, you fuckstick. Now, I’m thinking the worst.” He holds his arms out. “And we had it fucking handled. Why did you call Enzo? We’ve seen way fucking worse than that shit.”
“Better to alert him of things now than to save it until he’s under attack.” I shrug, seeing a car pull up to the warehouse. “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, right, because that’s a good idea,” he whispers. “That makes me fucking worry more. You’re not exactly always that fucking easygoing, you know. This is Enzo fucking Romano. He’s killed men for less than screwing up his night—I promise you that.”
Stepping out of the car, Enzo struts toward us slowly. With every step he takes, it’s so clear how confident he is in himself. Whether he’s about to murder someone or celebrate, his face always remains the same. But in this case, I know he’s about to flip the hell out on us.
“Hercules … Rossi,” he says, keeping his voice low. “It’s funny. I thought I’d made myself clear. I didn’t want to be bothered tonight.” His eyes cut to mine, and he lifts his chin. “Yet here I am, when I could be having my dick sucked by my soon-to-be wife.”
My hands so badly want to ball up at my sides. His soon-to-be wife doesn’t want to suck his fucking dick—that much I know. The girl is terrified of him; that’s easy to see.
“Sorry, sir.” I clear my throat. “But the timing of that deal seemed off. Within minutes of the exchange, there was a car chasing us down—almost like they had known we were going to be there.”
His face doesn’t change; he doesn’t react or shake his head. “And what are you implying, Hercules? That I had you set up?”
“What?” I frown. “No. I meant … maybe the buyers set us up. I’m telling you, we weren’t there for very long. And someone just happened to roll in when we were leaving?” I shrug. “Seems off—that’s all.”
“And this couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he growls. “That’s what you’re saying, Hercules?” He looks at Rossi. “What about you? You didn’t have enough brains to think, Maybe we should leave him alone for the night. Maybe he had plans to fuck his fiancée until she couldn’t walk.”
At the mention of Briar, once again, I find myself fighting the urge to punch him in the fucking face. The girl is nothing to me, but for whatever reason, I hate when that cocksucker talks disrespectfully about her.
“Sorry, boss,” Rossi tosses back. “It was one of those things we wanted to make you aware of, just so you knew. And when Hercules made the call to you, they were still hot on our tail.”
When Enzo’s eyes widen, I shake my head. “Don’t worry; we didn’t lead them here. We made sure we lost them before heading to the warehouse.”
He stares at us for a few beats before stepping back toward the car. “Count your lucky stars, boys.” He pulls his door open. “This time, I’ll forgive you for fucking my night up. Next time, it will be your ass to the fire.”
He gets into the blacked-out car’s back seat, and it quickly pulls away.
