Enzio Lanza was touching my bike.
My fingers clawed around my gun in the back of my jeans. Molar and Fort did the same. Disrespecting me in my own home wasn’t something I’d forget or ignore. “You in the market for one? You came to the right place.”
Flanked by a couple of heavily-packing dickhead black suits, the bastard smirked, laying his dirty ass on my baby as he slouched against it. “My brother was the one into bikes, not me,” he said through the clinks and buzzes of metal and repair streaming from the garage. “Did you know that Roar was the one who gave Cosimo his first bike?”
The fucking history the Lanzas had with the San Francisco chapter didn’t interest me. I wasn’t Roar, and working with the Mafia was never on my agenda. They were too fucked up, even for me. “May they rest in peace.”So may Enzio if he doesn’t get off my beauty.“Sure Roar told Cosimo the first rule of owning a pretty girl like this, yeah?”
“Which is?”
“Bikes are like old ladies,” Fort said.
“Ain’t yours, don’t touch,” Molar finished.
“Oh.” Enzio sighed, not fucking moving. “Scusi, like I said, it was my brother who was into this.”
I stepped toward my bike with a fake grin and gestured for Enzio to get back inside the garage so I wouldn’t murder him and start a fucking war. “Step into my office, per favore. Let’s welcome you to our town. Beer?”
Finally, he got his ass off my bike and walked with me, his bodyguards in his tail. “I heard I’m not the only person visiting frommytown.”
Shit. Did he mean Jo or Rex or both? I marched past the working prospects and sat behind my desk in the garage office. I nodded for Molar to close the door even when the room was too small to hold six men, three the size of Fort, at once. “You heard right. My boy just arrived right before you. So excuse me if I kept you waiting.”
“Excuse the rush, too,” Molar added while Fort passed beers among us. “We gotta prepare a homecoming party for Rex, and for Prez, who just got home from the Arena. If you’d told us you were coming, we would have set a proper meet at a proper time.”
“Certo. Where are my manners?” Enzio casually took the beer, but his men didn’t. “My sincere apologies for showing up unannounced.”
“No problem. We’d have loved to invite you to stay for the party, but it’s family only. We’ll set you a good one another day, though,” I said. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your precious,unannouncedvisit, Enzio?”
“Jocasta Kelly,” he said straight to the point, his shitty smile plastered on his face. “AKA Jocasta Larvin.”
After all the trouble we went through to hide who she was, he wouldn’t keep my Jo out of his filthy plans. Fuck. Despite being worked up, I looked him straight in the eye, hiding every emotion behind years of practice and running a business like ours. “May she, too, rest in peace. A lot of talking about the dead today.”
“Don’t sound very festive to me,” Fort snorted.
Enzio rolled his eyes among the three of us. Then he set the beer on my desk and leaned forward, all smirks and grins gone. “Where are you keeping her?”
“Why, do I look like a graveyard to you?”
“We both know she’s not dead.”
“Davvero? Allora, that’s news to me, but good for you. Your coyote found another girl that looked like the Larvin’s kid? Did she check out this time?”
He held my stare for a while, but neither of us was blinking. “Where’s Jo Meneceo, Furore?”
“Uh-oh,” Molar hummed.
Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on the desk. Then I threw a dirty glance up at the mafia goons Enzio thought they could protect him from us and then back at him. “Tell me, Enzio, if a man shows up at your mansion unannounced and yet you accept him, serve him the Lanzas’ famous wine, offer to give him a proper welcome into town, and then he goes and ask you where Bianca Lanza is, what are you gonna do to that man?”
He tried to hide it with his stone face, but I noticed the slight twitch in his eyes when I mentioned his wife’s name.
“Touching a man’s bike without asking is one thing, yapping about his old lady… That shit is dangerous,” Fort said.
Enzio cocked a brow. “Old lady?”
“Yes,” I answered. “And my old lady’s whereabouts are my business only. Do we understand each other?”
He paused for a long moment, scrutinizing my face. Then he nodded with a smirk.
“Now, I’m gonna ask you again. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? You ain’t no bike fan, and I don’t reckon you come here asking for another favor. The last time you did, you didn’t trust me enough to finish the job my way and ended up sending one of your men to do it.”
