Page 7 of The Enforcer's Revenge

“I’m keeping my guns.” Tino pushed past him and then decided to give Gino a break. “Watch out, Carlo’s behind me. I wouldn’t try that trick on him.”

“Thanks, man.” Gino smiled. “He’s always so fucking uptight.”

Tino patted his shoulder, since they were blood and all. “Sure.”

Not that he hadn’t been highly fucked over by blood before, but Tino was in a good mood. He was done with work and had an entire weekend to party his ass off with his girl that was somewhere in this mansion.

Tino forgot about Gino a few seconds later.

’Cause he found Brianna.

How could he miss her? Even if the red lighting cast eerie shadows through the mist and it was otherwise dark, like Gino claimed, Tino couldn’t see anyone else but her. Especially since she was on stage, doing what she was born to do.

Carina was front and center, microphone in hand, but Brianna was playing backup. Brianna had always been more of a dancer than a singer, but all the focus on theater in college forced Brianna to work on her voice, whether she wanted to or not.

Truth was, he thought Brianna was doing an amazing job singing backup, not that Tino was biased or anything. His admiration had absolutely nothing to do with those mile-long legs or her glittering dancer high heels or the way she moved while she sang. It definitely wasn’t her skirt that was way too short or her crop top that was so low cut it left him awe-struck while he watched her.

Okay, fine, Brianna didn’t have Carina’s voice, which was still eerily beautiful, but she didn’tneed itwhen she could grind like that. Tino should probably kill half the motherfuckers in here for eye-fucking his girl while she performed. Instead, he flopped down next to Nova, who was sitting on a couch.

It was one of the few seats in the house that was currently standing room only for the party. Nova always got the goodseats, one of the small benefits of being the Don’s right-hand man. Motherfuckers tripped over themselves to give Nova a place to sit. This one was all the more prime for being next to the outlet, which Nova utilized by charging his phone that he was currently staring at, as if the party wasn’t bringing down the roof around him.

“I’m gonna let her use me and abuse me in the best ways possible after she’s done with this set,” Tino confessed to his brother, not taking his gaze off the stage as he watched the way Brianna and Carina stood back to back, both still singing. Tino was so captivated he was able to mostly ignore his sister, whose skirt was every bit as short as Brianna’s. “I’m serious. You have no idea the perverted shit I’m gonna do for her. I’m definitely eating her ass. Sweaty.”

“I get it.” Nova held up his hand. “Really, I got it, Valentino. You don’t have to paint a picture.”

“All night,” Tino went on and raised his eyebrows when his brother looked at him in annoyance. “I’m licking it sweaty all fucking night.”

“Per favore.” Nova gave him a look of pleading. “I’ve been listening to this merda for two hours. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to sing every possible song about her tits and ass that exists in American pop culture. If I have to hear you talk about licking sweaty ass on top of it, I’ll off myself. I’m not kidding. This is my personal version of hell. Bubblegum pop princess up there and your twisted worship of Brianna that has never been right—there’s no way it can get worse.”

“It’s not twisted. I like it salty.” Tino was almost insulted. “I’m very Siciliano like that. So what?”

Nova dropped his face in his hand just as Carina started singingI Kissed a Girl. He did look miserable, but Tino refused to feel bad about it.

“Why, you don’t like it? I know you do. Don’t fucking lie, Casanova. You like it dirty and salty like the rest of us,” Tino argued because it wasn’t like Nova had room to give anyone shit about being twisted. “Admit you’ve eaten ass.”

“I’ll admit it,” Carlo said as he fell down next to Tino on the couch. “Every chance I get.”

“Sweaty?” Tino asked curiously.

“Hell yes,” Carlo agreed, his smile wide and bright under the red lights. “Is there any other way?”

Nova just rubbed his forehead rather than respond. He went back to looking at his phone, ignoring them like he’d been ignoring the stage.

“What the fuck is she singing?” Carlo asked when Nova never responded. “I thought the last one was bad.”

“She’s done more than kiss a girl,” Tino said with a conspiratorial smile. “One time, she got loaded and told me?—”

“Valentino, no,” Nova cut him off.

Tino laughed.

Nova looked back to him. “I wouldn’t be laughing that hard,stronzo. It’s your girlfriend she’s rubbing against while she’s singing it.”

Tino waved it off. “It wasn’t Bri. She did it with Sister Justina her senior year.”

“Did it?” Nova repeated because that obviously got his full attention. “Did what exactly?”

Tino shrugged again. “Let’s just say she was failing Algebra before that night.”