Page 36 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation

The lock turns. Metal against metal.

The door finally opens and my vision wavers. I grab on to the wall next to me.

It’s him.

Of course it’s him.

His smile is a slow burn fire.

“Hello, sweet thing.”

NINE

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Fuck,just seeing Ava feels like a wet, slick hand wrapping tight around my cock, slowly stroking me and toying with my piercings. Even in a torn dress with the thin trickle of blood on the side of her mouth and a bruise on her cheek.

Because beneath the flare of fire in her eyes, underneath the veil of fear that shadows her expression, she’s fucking cold, in control, and something I want to dismantle into pieces to play with.

A girl like her begs to be ripped apart and laid bare.

I want to be the person who does that, and I don’t even fucking care that she’s going to lie to me about why she’s here.

For a moment, there’s a flicker of hate in her hardened gaze, but it fades away quickly to make me believe there’s actual vulnerability there. Which there isn’t. Fuck, maybe she has a future on a stage somewhere.

“I’d hoped it would be you,” she says, her voice humble, and her hand trembles in precisely the way someone faking it would make it shake.

She’s good, I’ll give her that. But not good enough to fool me.

“Oh, yeah? Because last time we saw each other, you had someone slam me in the head and knock me unconscious. You also stole my gun, which I want back.”

Her free hand closes around her black bag.

Bingo. I know exactly where my gun is.

“How…?” She stops, swallowing hard. “I saw you at the fights. Was that your brother with you?”

It suddenly strikes me she has no idea which Murphy I am, so I don’t supply her with names. I’m just interested in what she wants. And why she called.

Also why the fuck she’s bleeding and looking roughed up.

I don’t offer her a seat and I don’t sit either. I just close the door and lean against it, trapping her in the room with me.

There’s a gun at my lower back and I’m not above using it. It’d be a waste of a fantastic fuck, but I’ll kill her if she so much as tries to pull my gun on me.

Of course, I’d prefer having her naked and on her knees with my cock shoved down her throat, but hey, piss me off enough and who knows what I’ll do?

I nod at her. “What happened?”

“S-someone attacked me.”

Right. Every single injury is strategic. The blood and the bruise. She looks like someone hit her, and the torn dress is meant to say she fought someone off. But no. I don’t believe she was attacked for a single second.

“So I see. Why are you here? It’s a big thing to contact the Murphy family the way you did. We’re extremely expensive to hire, and the price will depend on what you want us to do. We don’t get involved in certain things, and we don’t step on toes of allies or barge into fights with certain factions. So. What is it you want and how much are you willing to pay?”

“Are you Callahan?”

I smile. “Call me whatever you want. And you still haven’t answered a fucking thing.”