Page 25 of Dirty Deeds

I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Whoa. Back up. What threat?”

She stares at me skeptically.

“Enzo.”

“Danica,” I grind out, trying my best to keep my temper in check. “Did my father threaten you?”

She stalls, pulling her lower lip between her teeth before she finally clues me in.

“He paid me a visit before the fundraiser. He told me Brent was embezzling money from the silent auctions and he thought I was in on it. I know it looks bad, especially with how things ended between us and the events that occurred afterward, but I swear to you, I had no idea what Brent was doing. My intentions were good. I donated that money wholeheartedly because I believe in what Frankie’s House stands for. Whatever he did after that initial donation, that’s on him.”

My blood runs cold and my jaw clenches. I thought Uncle Jack was handling this, that’s what Nico told me. Now I come to learn my old man threatened Danica.

I recall sitting in my truck, listening as she went off on Brent, telling him the Satan’s Knights were going to destroy him. At the time, I thought it was a fair assumption, any one who knows of my father’s motorcycle club knows they are not to be fucked with and Frankie’s House is an extension of that. But it wasn’t an assumption. My father had laid into her, and she saw the wrath of the devil in his eyes.

“I thought that’s why you were there,” she continues. “That your father sent you to follow me and make sure I was keeping my end of the bargain.” She pauses and frowns. “But that doesn’t really make sense now that I think about it. Wolf made it clear he didn’t want me anywhere near you. He thinks I slept with you as part of this whole scheme to get one over on Frankie’s House.”

There’s so much to unpack there. For starters, I never told my dad about Danica. I didn’t even mention that Riggs and Nico had invited her to Kate’s on Christmas Eve, and I certainly never told him I fucked her that night.

She lifts her chin, and her eyes go wide.

“Oh my God. You don’t think that too, do you? I didn’t sleep with you—”

I silence her by pressing my finger against her lips, deciding to put a pin in any talk of my father. I much rather discuss our night together.

“I don’t recall much sleeping,” I say huskily. “Do you?”

I watch her slender neck as she swallows and shakes her head. Then my gaze follows the pad of my thumb as it traces her lower lip and I’m hit with another harsh reality—for a guy who rarely ever kisses the women he beds, I spent an awful long time kissing Danica. Her taste was intoxicating. Her lips soft and pliable.

I tear my eyes away from her mouth, taking in her hooded eyelids and the long lashes that fan from them.

So fucking pliable.

“I recall a lot of other things, though. Like how soft your lips were, and how sweet you tasted.” A low growl slips past my lips. “So fucking sweet. The sounds you made and the way your body moved so perfectly with mine.”

Her eyes close and a moan sounds from the back of her throat. I could lean and kiss her now. Take that soft mouth and bend it to my will. But I know myself, if I give in to temptation, I won’t be able to stop until we’re both naked, panting, and coming.

Fuck I really I want to make her come.

I want to see her body arch and feel her tight cunt clench around me.

“Enzo,” she pants. “Please.”

I pinch her lower lip between my fingers, giving it a light tug.

“I don’t think you fucked me for any other reason than you wanted to.”

Her eyes snap open and she whispers, “I did.”

Releasing her lip, I drop my hand away from her face and sit back against the seat. My cock throbs angrily, forcing me to release a ragged breath as I press the heel of my palm against the obvious bulge. Danica’s eyes track the movement, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she chews on her lip, her gaze cutting back to mine. Again, I decide then to change the direction of the conversation, a poor attempt to put my dick out of its misery.

“Despite you walking out on me after we fucked each other’s brains out, I didn’t think you had any involvement in what Brent was doing. I followed you from the Hilton because my brother told me what was going on. He said our uncle was looking to take down Brent. I know how my uncle operates and I didn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. As far as my father goes, I never told him about us. Not the morning after when I rolled over expecting to feast on your pussy for breakfast only to find you gone, and not two days later when I saw you on the news publicly pledging your divorce settlement to my family’s charity.”

Crossing her legs, she glances out the window and points to a camera perched on the side of the building.

“He said he has cameras all over. I guess he wasn’t lying.”

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