The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(76)

“We didn’t let her in!”

“Well, she’s in here!” Nova threw up his hands in disbelief. “And this puttana tricked Tino into selling him E to give her. I can’t even f*cking conceptualize what Carina is gonna be like on E. Now thanks to you motherf*ckers, I get to find out!”

“You sell drugs?” Brianna asked him.

“I—” Tino put his gun back, because the bouncers grabbed Dominic real fast once the don was mentioned. “Yeah, sometimes. I sell them sometimes.”

“For the Borgata?” she asked in disbelief. “Do you like selling it?”

“This situation is awesome on so many levels.” Nova looked a little manic. “We have to leave. Right now.” Then he leaned down and got in Carina’s face. “Thanks for ruining my buzz, princess! This was one of my last weekends!”

“You ruined my buzz!” Carina shouted back at him. “I can’t do anything!” She pointed to her forehead. “This is my life! I’m gonna die a virgin because my family is psychotic, and everyone knows it!”

“Oh my God, is she f*cking for real.” Nova grabbed Bobby’s arm and shoved him at her. “Here you go. There’s approved dick for you.” He turned around and walked toward the door shirtless. “I can’t deal with her princess problems.”





Chapter Twenty-Two


Brianna knew it wasn’t a great plan to lie to their parents and sneak out. Her mother thought she was at Carina’s, and Carina’s mother thought she was over at Brianna’s. Considering both their mothers liked their wine a lot, especially after dinner, they knew it was a foolproof story, and there wasn’t going to be any unfortunate checking up.

Still, sneaking out to Harlem, a really scary part of Harlem, with Dominic Brambino, who was always a raging *, was bad news.

But getting into a rave wasn’t easy.

The good raves were way underground, and Dominic was the only person Carina knew who had the address. Plus, he was Carina’s cousin. What could happen? They’d dance for a few hours and then head back before they got caught. It seemed like a good idea the way Carina explained it.

Note to self: anything Carina thinks is a good idea is probably an epic train wreck.

Now she was stuck sitting on the subway between Tino and Nova Moretti. Most of the girls in her school wouldn’t see a problem with that scenario. It wasn’t a bad place to be.

Except Nova was pretty preoccupied with his girlfriends.

Girlfriends.

As in more than one.

One girl was black, the other was Hispanic, and both of them had that very pretty, very Manhattan look to them, with long, straight hair and dark eye makeup. They smelled like expensive perfume and seemed to sparkle under the flickering lights in the subway, because everything they had on twinkled and glittered. Their coloring was different, but for some reason they appeared to match when they were making out like they were.

On the train.

And even if there was no one else in their car, Brianna was here.

Tino was here.

Carina was here.

Carina’s new friend, who was one of the smallest teenage boys she’d ever met, was still here.

Brianna glanced away from the two girls making out and stared at Tino to see if he was watching, but he wasn’t. He was looking at Carina sitting next to him. Carina was staring out the window with wide eyes, like she was seeing something the rest of them weren’t.

“Are you okay?” Tino asked his sister. “You look like you’re freaking out.”

“I can feel the lights. Like they touch my soul. This is very groovy.” Carina lifted her eyebrows like she was agreeing with herself. “I like it so much.”

“Of course you do.” Tino glanced back to Nova, rolled his eyes, and just slumped down in his chair. “I’m the only mutant in the family it doesn’t work on. Figures.”

“I don’t think it’s working on me either,” Brianna whispered as she went back to staring at Nova and his girlfriends, because he was doing a very good job at ignoring the rest of them.

Nova leaned into the girl next to him. She had a soft Caribbean accent and beautifully tanned skin. It made the gold glitter she’d sprayed on her arms look like pixie dust. Nova’s hand was on her lower back. His face was in the curve of her neck. He whispered something in French, making her wilt back into him before he dragged his tongue up to her ear.

“I’m sorry,” Tino apologized for his brother. “He’s…really high.”

“Yeah,” Brianna agreed, studying the three of them with a sense of awe, because the girls were still kissing. She honestly didn’t think she would ever be sitting on the train watching something like this, especially with Nova Moretti somehow tangled up in between them like it was exactly where he was supposed to be. “I guess he is.”

“The roll makes touching feel good.” Tino played with the zipper on his jacket, because he had to give his T-shirt to his brother once he walked back and found it at the warehouse. Nova’s had disappeared somewhere. “It makes your skin extra sensitive.”

“Have you done it before?” she asked curiously. “Ecstasy.”

Tino shook his head. “No, tonight was the first time I took it.”

“I saw your…friends.” A flush rose up on her cheeks. “The girls who had your jacket and shirt. They’re pretty. Very pretty.” She looked back to Nova, watching him with these two beautiful women, feeling extremely plain as she whispered, “Exotic. You probably like exotic.”