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Wolf’s eyes grow wide and the central vein in his forehead visibly protrudes. His wife is right, he’s going to blow something.

“Oh, did it? Just because he made bail doesn’t mean the charges suddenly disappeared and now the club is footing the legal expenses on two other guys.”

I turn to Enzo. “I think I should leave.”

“No, you’re staying.”

“You aren’t supposed to have any contact with her,” Wolf shouts. “You get locked up again, I ain’t bailing your ass out.”

“I’m not supposed to have any contact with you either,” Enzo returns.

“If he gets locked up again, I’ll bail him out.” I look to the man leaning against the counter. He lifts his head and tips his chin to Nico. “I got you, bro.” My eyes cut to his patch. Nico…the oldest of the Scotto boys. My throat tightens and for a moment, I’m hit with a sense of longing. Derrick always had my back, through thick and thin.

God, I fucking miss him.

“Appreciate it,” Enzo says, before leveling his dad with a steely gaze. “We need to talk. Now, we can do it out here, in front of everyone, or we can go into the den. But you’re not going to blow me off and you’re not going to fucking yell at me or put me in a goddamn chokehold.”

“Good luck with that,” Parrish mutters. “He’s gotten very handsy in his old age.”

Another man dressed in leather, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, steps forward and raises his hand. “Mama Leone you gotta do a better job at servicing the big guy.”

I don’t know these people, but I am one hundred percent certain sunglass biker just signed his own death certificate, especially when I catch Maria reaching for her frying panagain.

Enzo groans next to me. “Riggs, man, why did you go there?”

The sunglass wearing biker AKA Riggs removes his shades and dabs at the sweat under his eyes. “I’m just stating facts. Maybe he wouldn’t be so grumpy if he was releasing the poison once or twice a day.” He glances at Wolf, his brows drawing together. “Can you still go multiple times at your age? I ask because you know I’m not the young stud I once was and my biggest fear isn’t dying, it’s losing the ability to fuck my Kitten silly.”

The room goes silent, and all eyes turn to Riggs. Eventually the silence is broken by my wonderful sister-in-law who loses her ability to swallow and spits her wine all over Pipe. I cringe, expecting the man to explode, but he stabs his fork into the manicotti and takes another bite, wine dripping from his chin and all.

It’s like I’ve walked into the twilight zone. These people are fucking nuts…Ro included.

“Maria services me just fine,” Wolf grunts. “Lady, put the frying pan down. You don’t want to make your daughter a widow.” Sighing, he drags his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Enzo, get your ass in the den. You got five minutes. Use it wisely.”

Enzo jerks his chin before his gaze cuts to me.

“You going to be okay out here with all of them?”

Derrick once told me I could never break the law, that I’d give myself up without having to utter a single word because my face gives away everything I’m thinking. If that were true, Enzo wouldn’t be smiling, he’d realize I’m internally freaking out. That his family scares the shit out of me.

“You’ll be fine,” he says.

Sure, I will.

CHAPTERELEVEN

ENZO SCOTTO

I followmy father into the den, closing the door behind me, and watch as he shakes a couple of aspirin into his palm. He knocks back the pills without even taking a sip of water. As angry as I am with him, I’m concerned. He’s already suffered one heart attack, and though it acted as a wakeup call for him, forcing him to get into great shape, there’s always the risk of another.

“Are you okay?”

“Just fucking dandy,” he grunts, lowering himself into the leather recliner that sits in the corner of the room. “I’d be better if my only law-abiding son didn’t get himself thrown in jail, but such is life, right? You want to tell me what the hell you were doing in Brighton Beach?”

“Didn’t my lawyer fill you in?”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“That’s how you want to play this?”

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