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I’m in over my fucking head.

The entire drive I felt agitation flowing through me. Every flicker of his gaze that came my way, every little smirk he pulled, felt like he was holding some inside joke that I was on the outside of. The sleek leather seats of his car were cool, and I thanked everything that they were so I wouldn’t melt into a goddamn puddle.

Beside me was a monster. His face was well-known to most of the police force but for me, it was especially prominent. I remembered my father looking at these case files in the basement, pouring over them as he tried to find some way to unravel the Vitales. I would know that dark hair and those chocolate brown eyes anywhere. Although, he’d gotten older since those pictures, more mature and refined.

Shit. Will you shut up? I glared at my rebellious cock as it stood at attention. The rush, the danger, and not to mention the hot as fuck man beside me was enough to get my blood pumping. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that I was almost afraid I would bust a nut in his fancy car.

My arm throbbed, but I ignored it. The drink at the bar had made more blood rush to it. At first, it hurt more, but now it was becoming a fading, background kind of pain. Hopefully, if I needed to, I would be able to kick his ass if he tried to kill me. But why would he? As far as he knew, I was just some guy he’d hit on in his bar. Enzo had no idea I was going to be the one who lit the match and incinerated his worthless family.

The car stopped, and I glanced up at a tall building. “A hotel?”

Enzo looked me over as if he was dissecting me. “Yes. Is that a problem?”

Yeah, it’s a big problem.I’d been hoping to get back to his place, see what I could find, or at least know the location so I could return when he was out. A hotel was a problem. It showed me nothing about who he was or what he’d been doing.

Maybe I can still use this. Get close to him. He doesn’t have to know who I am.

I grinned at him. “Nope, not a problem at all,” I said as I grabbed the handle and let myself out.

Looked like I was going to have to play the long game. He rounded the car and dropped the keys into the valet’s palm. The young man jogged off, but not before Enzo passed him what looked like a huge tip.

“Are you coming?” Enzo asked.

I stared at the building and then at his retreating back. He wasn’t waiting for me, as if he was much too busy and important and didn't give a damn if I went with him or not. It felt like a leash had been looped around my throat, and I followed him, my feet moving on their own.

What was it about him that intrigued me?

“Good evening, sir,” the woman behind the counter smiled at him. “Your laundry has been delivered to your door, and your dinner will arrive in an hour. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Enzo shook his head. “That’ll be all. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sir.”

I whistled as we waited at the elevator. “Are you some kind of big shot or something?”

“Or something,” he answered shortly.

I examined the side of his face, but he gave nothing away. He didn’t so much as glance at me, but I felt like he was watching my every move. Reaching up, he adjusted the black-framed glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose.

How the hell is this man in the mob?

Most gangsters had an air to them; tattoos, greasy hair, thick accents, and too much damn bravado. He had the last trait, but the rest? Enzo looked neat and clean, like a professor who worked at a top-notch college. Even the long, blue jacket he wore seemed tame and unassuming. But I knew the truth behind that innocent facade. His family was responsible for countless atrocities, ones that we couldn’t prove. No one in the Vitale family was innocent.

Enzo gazed my way finally and held it. He didn’t say a word, his eyes running over me before he stared at me intently. There was a slight tilt to his head as if he was asking and answering questions that never left his thin, pink lips. There was something else, some burning inferno in the depths of those brown eyes that made me want to squirm. My lungs burned, and I realized I was holding my breath.

The elevator dinged, breaking the spell that had been cast over us. Enzo waved a hand, all gentlemanly as he gestured for me to step into it. Just like that, the flickers of danger I’d seen in his eyes were gone.

“After you,” he said.

I stepped onto the elevator and refused to look over my shoulder. The way Enzo stared daggers into my back, I felt as if that’s what he wanted; to see some kind of fear on my face. However, I wasn’t going to give that shit to him. I turned around, and he stepped beside me. He pressed the P button, lifted a black box, and typed in his password quickly before he let the box shut and the elevator began to ascend.

5135. I need to remember that.

Enzo turned to me, and I raised a brow. “What? Is there something on my f—”

His hand crashed against my mouth, covering it while the other shoved into my pants. My eyes widened as he stroked my hard, aching cock through my boxers. The soft fabric rubbing against my erection was almost too much to take. My body responded instantly, my hips jutting forward as he stroked me while gazing into my eyes.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Before this elevator reaches the penthouse, I want your boxers flooded.”