Page 72 of Dirty Deeds

I stare at the men waiting for one of them to say something, but they remain silent. Then Parrish pulls out his phone and steps away from the truck.

“I told Enzo to leave,” I blurt, causing both Scotto men to turn around. I ignore Enzo’s glare and focus my attention on Wolf, trying to get a read on him, but the man remain remains stoic. “I can tell the cops it was me. It was self-defense. That much is true.”

“Danica,” Enzo hisses.

“No, Enzo, listen to me, okay? I can’t let you go away for this. I can’t be the woman who destroys your life. I won’t do that to you so please—”

Wolf cuts me off. “No one is going away. Not him and not you.”

Just then Parrish returns, he and Wolf exchange a silent look as he pockets his phone.

“I’ve got this handled,” Parrish says, rolling a toothpick between his teeth. “You take care of your boy and I’ll make it go away.”

I don’t know how he plans to do that, and I don’t question it either. But I’ve seen these two men at odds, and I don’t think Wolf trusts Parrish entirely. Either that or they both have an issue relinquishing control to the other. Whatever the case, I can’t put my finger on it but there’s obvious friction between them. However, right now I don’t see that. I see two men who consider themselves brothers coming together to take care of one of their own. Enzo may not be Parrish’s blood, but he considers him family and family sticks together.

Wolf turns to Enzo.

“You okay to drive?”

“Yes.”

Wolf nods then looks back at Parrish. The two of them walk off to the side and Enzo’s gaze cuts back to me. He slides my legs back into the cab of the truck, his hand lingering on my thigh as he leans into me.

“For the record, I love you too.”

If I had one wish it would be to live my life over again.

I’d find him sooner.

Love him longer.

* * *

Two hourslater we arrive at a cabin in upstate New York, a safe haven for the Satan’s Knights when they find themselves in trouble. It’s not stocked like the apartment over the bar, but it has a full supply of alcohol, one that Wolf immediately takes advantage of.

“Have a drink,” he offers, pushing the bottle of bourbon toward me. “It’s been a long day. It’ll take the edge off.”

Enzo swipes the bottle and pours himself a shot. “I don’t mind if I do.”

I watch as he knocks back the shot, then my gaze lands on Wolf. He stares at me pensively. I can only imagine what he’s thinking.

“You hate me, don’t you?”

Enzo chokes on his drink, his head snapping in my direction. But I don’t tear my eyes away from his dad.

“I don’t hate you, darlin’.” His lips quirk as he leans over the table, snatching the bottle back from Enzo. He pours himself another shot, then raises it in salute of me. “Quite the contrary actually.” He takes a drink, his gaze cutting to his son. When he lowers the glass, he starts to grin.

It’s odd and honestly, a little scary. I mean we’re sitting in a safe house. His son may have killed my ex-husband. There’s nothing to smile about, yet his grin widens and soon he’s chuckling.

I nudge Enzo and whisper, “What’s happening to him?”

Instead of answering me, he bows his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter. This causes Wolf’s chuckle to bloom into a full-fledged cackle and before I know it both men are hunched over in hysterics. That’s when I reach for the bottle and pour myself a shot.

The alcohol goes down rough, and I flinch. Enzo slings an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. Still laughing, he stares at his father.

“When you know, you know.”

“Yeah, you do,” Wolf replies. Then he turns to me and winks. “Welcome to the family.”

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