The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(82)

“No, you don’t get any,” he argued in Italian as he got himself another cup. “You just let strange men suck on your tette? You don’t even know Paco.”

Carina shrugged. “He seemed nice.”

“You think they’re all nice.” Tino poured himself some coffee.

“I’m saving myself,” Carina said in near flawless Italian, because she’d been practicing with him for over three years. “I’m waiting for the man of my dreams.”

Tino snorted. “Stronzate.”

Carina flipped him off in response, while still holding her cup out as if expecting him to go ahead and fill it.

Damn if he didn’t do it.

“What about you?” Carina asked as she drank her coffee black like Nova did. “Did you f*ck my best friend?”

“No.” He shook his head, but Carina huffed with disbelief as Tino went to the fridge to get himself sweetened creamer he kept there. “I didn’t.”

“I heard her,” Carina said slowly. “I think we all did.”

“Sapevo che era stata lei!” Nova came between them and pointed at Tino. “I knew I heard her! You motherf*cker!”

“I did not f*ck Brianna.”

Carina and Nova just looked at him with twin stares of annoyance that were really eerie when they were both standing there side by side, shirtless, and holding cups of coffee.

“I’m sort of disturbed now,” Paco said as he came up next to Tino and tilted his head to look at the two of them.

“Not nearly as disturbed as I am,” Nova assured Paco before he turned back to Tino and asked in Italian, “Did you stick your dick in the BFF? Are you deliberately f*cking with me?”

Tino couldn’t help it; he laughed. “Yes.”

“Yes!” Carina shouted. “You f*cked my best friend while she was drugged? If I didn’t know she liked you as much she as she does, I would’ve—”

“Yes, I’m f*cking with Nova.” Tino pointed to his brother. “No, I didn’t stick my dick in Brianna,” Tino promised his sister, and since she wasn’t going to buy it any other way, he admitted, “But I might have dry f*cked her. Over clothes. I didn’t even suck on her tette. Which is more than I can say for you.”

“There is no way you can give me shit about that,” Carina snapped at him and then gestured to Nova. “Not with this puttaniere standing here.”

“Can we cover these up?” Nova gestured to Carina’s bra and didn’t bother to deny her accusations.

“No, we can’t.” Carina arched an eyebrow at him. “I could walk around naked and still not traumatize you half as badly as you traumatized me with that subway scene.”

“The subway was bad,” Tino had to agree with Carina. “It sorta f*cked my shit up too, Casanova.”

“So princess sneaks out to find dick, f*cks up everyone’s night, and now I’m the stronzo.” Nova snorted. “That’s very typical.” When neither of them bothered to correct him, Nova flipped his hand under his chin and then gave them the middle finger. “Vaffanculo. I’m going back to bed.”

“Say hi to your puttane for us,” Carina called out after him.

“Really, princess?” Nova laughed and pointed at Bobby. “There are two of them here. You don’t just look like me.”

“Yeah, what about Bobby?” Tino asked her. “What the f*ck is up with that?”

Carina folded her arms under her chest and shrugged. “I liked his hair.”

“Did you f*ck him?” Tino growled at her, because he honestly didn’t trust how clean Bobby was. The Brambinos were really careful about that shit, but Bobby f*cked off the clock too. “’Cause I’m gonna have an issue with that, Carina.”

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “He just watched.”

There was a deafening silence after she said it.

Then Nova whispered, “I have to go give myself a concussion now.”

“That does sound bad when I say it out loud,” Carina agreed with him. “Maybe I shouldn’t take E anymore.”

“Maybe not.” Tino winced and looked to Paco. “What the f*ck?”

Paco actually blushed. It was blatant as he gestured to Carina. “She has great tetas. And her ass—”

“I’m going back to bed too,” Tino decided as he grabbed his cup of coffee off the counter. Then he stopped and announced to the room. “No one’s allowed to touch her tits.” He went back down the hall, but then stopped and turned back. “Or her ass.”



Brianna had a tiny headache. The bunk bed was uncomfortable with a thin mattress that allowed her to feel the bars underneath, but her body still felt very fluid, melty, and warm, like she’d had one of those massages she used to get in physical therapy after the nasty lumbar sprain last year.

For a long while she didn’t open her eyes; she just lay there, feeling the golden glow left over from the night before. She didn’t want to wake up and be totally horrified about begging Tino to kiss her.

To say nothing of what happened afterward.

Brianna had been ready and willing to strip down for him. To go all the way without thought, and she wasn’t totally certain it was the drugs. She might have agreed without them.