Page 22 of Blind Justice

Since they found out about their parents, she’d been anything but strong. Her mother would be ashamed of her. She’d been stuck in hergrief.Enzo had done everything for her, even ignoring his misery at the loss of his pops and her mother who’d been the only mother he’d ever known.

She’d heard Enzo in the shower even though he hadn’t wanted her to. His soft sobs had broken her heart. She thought about barging in and comforting him as he’d done with her. Enzo would’ve been pissed though, thinking it’d ruin his street cred to be caught in a moment of weakness, even if she was the only one who heard him.

Bella had allowed him his dignity, knowing they didn’t have much of anything left. Enzo needed to keep shit as normal as possible right now. She’d find other ways to comfort her brother.

The bathroom door opened, and Enzo stepped out into the little hallway. He was naked, his skin shiny and brown and riddled with the tattoos covering almost every square inch of his torso, arms, and legs. Enzo was free with his body and gave no shits about nudity, so he didn’t bother to see if Duncan was in the apartment before he made his way to the closet assigned to them.

Once he was dressed, he made his way toward where she sat. “You okay, hermosa?”

“Sí, just thinkin’.”

He nodded.

“I should’ve gotten breakfast rollin’ while you were in the shower.”

Enzo chuckled. “Unlessouragent brought back food, there isn’t anything to make.”

She ignored his emphasis on ‘our’ and focused on the issue at hand of not having any food. “Mierda.”

“Maybe—” The front door opening had Enzo checking his back for his piece. Old habits died hard, especially when they survived by being on their game and alert 24/7. He released a breath when he saw Duncan step into the space and kick the door closed behind him. His hands were loaded down with white bags. “Breakfast.”

Bella’s stomach rumbled, making her acutely aware she hadn’t eaten dinner the night before.

Duncan placed the bags on the small island in the kitchen area before his gaze found hers. “Guess that’s what I call perfect timing.”

Enzo rubbed his hand against his flat belly. “We’re starving.”

“I got a bunch of breakfast baps with different meats.”

Enzo looked up from the bags he was digging through. “What the hell is a bap?”

Duncan mumbled something that sounded like shit, but in an underlying accent she wasn’t used to hearing. She sensed he went through a lot of effort to hide the accent, which was one she couldn’t place.

“Sorry. Sandwiches.”

Enzo chuckled. “Sandwiches sound much better than a bap.”

Bella agreed. “Got any bacon?”

Duncan gestured to the bag in Enzo’s hand.

“Hermano, you best not take the bacon. I’ll cut you.”

Enzo laughed before laying out a dare. “Try it.”

Bella jumped out of her chair and wrapped her arms around Enzo’s waist before he could turn away from her. “Give it,” she demanded when he held it above her head, teasing her.

Every time he brought it low enough for her to think she got it, he moved it higher away. After a couple of minutes, Bella got tired of the game and kneed him in the balls. Enzo dropped the bag as he went down, cupping his junk and cursing crudely in Spanish.

After removing the foil-wrapped sandwich from the bag, she dropped it on Enzo and glanced to Duncan. “You speak Spanish?”

Duncan smirked. “I’m an agent for the FBI assigned to work in South American Cartels, qué piensas?”

“Oh, Enzo,” Bella cooed, letting her thick accent out when she spoke to her groaning brother. “Chico Blanco speaks Spanish. You should be ashamed of the filth you spewed in his presence.”

“You fuckin’ nailed me in the nuts,” Enzo snapped as he stood, his face still twisted in pain.

She shrugged. “You withheld my sandwich, so you paid the price.”

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