Page 12 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

Carina sat on Tino’s other side at the coffee table and snatched it up like Christmas had come early. She opened it and smiled. “You got me candy bars, too.”

“Yeah, peace offering.” Tino shrugged. “I hope you know you’re sharing that weed if this is all you have to drink.”

“I’ll share,” Carina said as she moved her ashtray over and set herself up.

“You need to go back to the dentist,” Brianna mumbled as she watched Carina line up the different chocolate bars her brother bought her. “You have to have cavities.”

“Not one,” Carina said confidently. “I’ve never had one single cavity. We have strong teeth. Have you had one?”

Tino shook his head. “Nope.”

“Good thing.” Brianna went back to drinking. “She’s been eating ice cream all night. Now there’s cake and candy.”

“You need to eat the cake.” Tino pulled the drink out of Brianna’s hand and put a piece of cake in front of her. “Trust me, the cake will hurt you a lot less at rehearsal tomorrow than this vile merda.”

Tino set the drink out of reach on the coffee table, so Brianna had no choice but to eat the cake.

She opened the container because she was starving, and it did look delicious.

This wasn’t a cheap dessert. It was high quality, like Tino had gone to a fine dining restaurant and demanded they reopen.

Triple-layer chocolate cake, complete with a little mint leaf decorating the swirl of whipped cream on top.

“Oh my God.” Brianna groaned because it tasted amazing. “I think I just came.”

Tino snorted. “That was easy.”

Brianna didn’t care that he was laughing. “I’m serious. I think I’m coming right now. I’m having an orgasm.”

“That cake is starting to make you look bad, Tino,” Carina observed dryly.

Brianna kept eating her cake, closing her eyes to really taste it because it was an indulgence she rarely allowed herself. She licked her fork, and Tino grunted. She blinked at him, seeing that dark gaze was trained on her mouth, so she licked her lips slowly and deliberately.

Tino made another low sound in the back of his throat and asked, “What’s it taste like?”

“Like sin,” Brianna whispered as she stared back at him, feeling the familiar jolt of need in her stomach Tino always brought out of her.

“Do you want the weed or what?”

“Huh?” Tino sounded a little dazed.

Carina shook her head. “You two are so weird.”

Tino obviously didn’t care because he dipped his finger into the chocolate frosting and then leaned over to smear it across Brianna’s bottom lip.

She parted to him rather than complain. His gaze was still trained on her mouth, making her feel like dessert now.

When he leaned back into her and licked at her lips, she threaded her fingers into his hair rather than pushing him away.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and she started falling back against the carpet, wanting to feel his weight over her.

Something stopped her before they could get there. Tino made a choking sound, and Brianna blinked, realizing that Carina had caught the neck of Tino’s shirt under the collar of his jacket. It was either let him go or allow his sister to choke him to death.

Carina didn’t release her hold on his shirt until Tino sat back up and growled at her, “Cosa?”

“We’re not doing that.” Carina lit the joint and took a drag off it.

After she blew it out, her voice was raspy as she went on, “I didn’t say anything about the A on your menu.

Even though you know you deserve to lose it after telling Nova my shit.

The least you could do is spare me the trauma. I’m already having a bad day.”

Tino took the joint she offered to him but didn’t smoke it. Instead, he asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Carina shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Tino took a hit instead of saying anything. He didn’t hold his breath as long, but his voice was still gravelly when he said, “I love you, Rina.”

“Whatever,” Carina huffed, clearly not so willing to forgive him.

So, they smoked while Brianna ate her cake.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, Carina and Tino noticed the other piece of chocolate cake.

Tino ripped the lid off the container before the two of them dug into it.

They took turns between smoking and eating cake, and neither of them seemed to know who was getting the better deal.

“I gotta tell you something,” Tino confessed as he tore the wrapper off a chocolate bar because Carina was finishing the cake.

The joint was left to slowly die in the ashtray, making it obvious the sugar had won in the end.

“I didn’t know the A wasn’t supposed to be on her menu.

I wasn’t tricking her or lying to her. I just didn’t know it was such a big fucking deal. ”

Carina licked her fork and looked at him. “What?”

“How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a thing everyone did?” Tino looked anxious despite the weed. “I assumed it was. Where I learned to fuck, everyone did it.”

Carina just blinked at him several times and then promptly dropped her fork and reached for the joint. She waved her free hand, as if what he said freaked her out. She took a long drag and then held her breath for an extra-long time.

“Not her ,” Tino said like he understood what was making her anxious. “Carina, come on, you know it wasn’t her. I didn’t…” He grunted when Carina started choking and coughing. “I swear?—”

“I don’t care.” Carina’s voice was barely a whisper as she fought to hold her breath. “It’s okay. Stop. I just?—”

“I didn’t fuck your mother in the ass,” Tino confessed like his barrier between mouth and brain had been completely wiped out. “You know how she is. How could you think she’d be into that?”

“Oh my God,” Brianna whispered because they all made big efforts not to talk about Tino’s years of sexual slavery at the hands of Carina’s mother for obvious reasons.

None of them needed that acute of a reminder about how badly Cosa Nostra fucked up their childhoods, Tino especially, but Carina wasn’t far behind. “What is in that weed?”

“That came out wrong. I’m wired, and it mixes weird with weed,” Tino confessed, which made it obvious he had lost his protection mechanisms. “I mean, not wired, just high-strung because I was working before you started texting.”

“You stopped working to bring me cake?” Carina asked before he could finish. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re more important than jumping for the Don.

I’m a fucking stronzo for telling Nova your shit.

I feel like merda,” Tino said earnestly.

“And I didn’t fuck your mother in the ass.

I promise that has never been on her menu.

Not even our father gets it, and he’s a coglione .

That’s probably why he left her at home and fucked my mother because we all know she did it. ”

There was a deadly silence for a long moment before Carina cracked and put a hand to her mouth. She was practically gasping for air with her valiant effort to stop herself from laughing.

“I’m not laughing at your dead mother,” Carina gasped as tears rolled down her face. “I’m not. I promise.”

It might have worked. Carina could’ve pulled herself together if Tino hadn’t started laughing, and he hadn’t even tried to hold it back. “But I am laughing at your mother,” he confessed. “Cold, mean bitch. She wouldn’t know how to do anal with a GPS giving directions.”

“ Puttana ,” Carina agreed before they both just collapsed in fits of laughter.

Brianna was very drunk, but even with way too much vodka in her system, she knew enough to say, “I think you both need massive amounts of therapy.”

It just made Tino and Carina laugh harder.

And just like that, all was right in Tino and Carina’s world again, over the most fucked up topic possible, with the help of weed and whatever Tino was wired on from work.