Page 34 of Blind Justice

Chapter Five

The sound of the shower turning on had Enzo waking. He and Bella had discussed all of their recourse when it came to Raul and realized, perhaps from the beginning, they only had one choice in all of this. They had to do what the FBI wanted. Enzo, though he shouldn’t, trusted Duncan. He didn’t have to open his home to them. He could have left them to die, to become another statistic. Instead, he gave them a second chance. Sure, some could say it was done for selfish reasons. Enzo wasn’t stupid enough to believe Duncan didn’t have ulterior motives. They all did.

Enzo’s current motivator was the woman in the shower. Rubbing the morning crusties from his eyes, he pushed out of bed and stumbled in the direction of the bathroom. If Duncan had come home, he hadn’t heard him, but then he’d been exhausted, mentally and physically. Anytime Bella began to talk about her mother, she’d dissolve into body-wracking sobs that tore at his heart. He planned on pulling Duncan aside to request Bella’s mother be cremated, and he wanted her ashes placed into two of those remains charm necklaces.

He figured when they were ready, he’d take Bella and Iliana to Ensenada, and they’d celebrate their mother’s life and love for her daughters by releasing the rest of Naomi’s remains in the ocean so she could be free. When it came to his father, he didn’t think the FBI or police would ever find those remains. The idea of his pops never resting properly was a knife to his heart, but he kept the pain in. He had to be strong for Bella. Later, he’d let the top off again and allow himself to mourn.

The heat from the steamy air caressed Enzo’s skin as he stepped into the bathroom. With the frosted glass fogged up, he couldn’t make out the outline but knew it had to be his Bella. There was no one else there. After removing his boxers, he took a quick piss and stepped into the shower, intending to pick up where they’d left off the night before.

“What the fuck?” An angry Duncan spun, facing Enzo.

All of the blood drained from Enzo’s face, and his head went light. He lowered his gaze, taking in every dip and muscular plane of Duncan’s body before his eyes landed on the thick stalk of his erection. Not super long, but not small by any means, Duncan had a bit of girth to his cock. If Enzo wanted to feel Duncan throbbing deep within him, he’d have to prep for it.

“Eyes up here, Enzo,” Duncan snarled.

He locked his gaze on Duncan’s fierce blue eyes, swirling with desire and lust. “I thought you were—” Shit, he couldn’t tell Duncan what he thought. If he did, Duncan would have a million more questions, ones he and Bella weren’t ready to answer yet. “Bella sometimes starts my shower for me or leaves it running after she’s done, depending on who gets up first.” The lie slipped easily from his tongue.

“Bella isn’t here. I thought she told you.”

The heat of Duncan’s gaze traveling the length of Enzo’s body seared his skin. A thrill of anticipation raced down his spine as he stood there. Duncan loomed over him, causing Enzo to tremble in expectancy. With as close as Duncan was, Enzo could see the quickened pulse at the man’s neck and wanted to run his tongue along it, to feel it quiver under his touch. Fuck, he needed to get himself in control. Yet, he didn’t want to. If Duncan was into him, he wanted to let go and forget about everything. Didn’t he deserve a second of happiness in this shitty situation?

Enzo scrunched up his face and blinked. “Why isn’t she here?”

“She needed fresh air, and I agreed. She’s lost in her grief.” His gaze locked with Enzo’s.

Enzo broke the connection first, unable to hold Duncan’s intense stare. It was intimidating. For some inexplicable reason, it made him want to go to his knees and beg Duncan for... What? He wasn’t sure, but he’d kneel if Duncan asked. No doubt about it. “Oh. Wait, who’s with her?”

“Omar. Question is, why are you in here with me?” Duncan took a menacing step forward. “See something you like?” He lifted Enzo’s chin. “I said, eyes up here. Don’t pay attention to my cock. I haven’t given you permission to admire it yet.”

Enzo ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “S-Sorry.”

“Don’t tease me.” Duncan took another step forward, forcing Enzo to retreat.

The cool tile of the shower touched his back, drawing a hiss of surprise from him. “Is this what you do, hermoso?”

“What do you mean?” Duncan placed his right hand against the shower wall, level with Enzo’s head, blocking his escape.

“You said you like this shit, right? It gets you off? BDSM. Is this how you play?” He tried to sound cool, but the longer Duncan’s gaze bore into his, the less sure of himself he became.

“Maybe.” Duncan tilted his head. “What if I’m dirtier? What if I want you to lick my boot? Or for you to give me head while you’re bound?” He leaned in, brushing his lips across the shell of Enzo’s ear. “What if I want to fuck your ass in front of people?”

Enzo let out a shuddered breath. “You’re really good at this, hermoso.”

Duncan lowered his gaze and groaned. “You’d enjoy it too, wouldn’t you?”

“Should I get out now?” Enzo motioned to the door. “I’m sorry I interrupted your shower.” He could feel the pounding of his heart in his dick. He was so hard even his balls were stiff knots. The waves of intensity rolling off of the man in front of him were enough to suffocate Enzo.

“I didn’t say you had to leave, did I?” Duncan cocked a brow.

“N-No.”

“You keep eyeing my dick like it’s some masterpiece. Would you like an up close and personal view?” Duncan palmed the back of Enzo’s head. He rubbed his thumb across the slick flesh, lulling Enzo’s erratic emotions. “Enzo, look at me.” When he did, Duncan grinned. The sight startled Enzo. It was a mix of excitement and madness. “You are in control of one aspect of this. You can tell me no by saying a specific word. For the moment, we’ll use red. Understand?”

Enzo nodded.

“Good boy. Green means you’re good to go, and yellow means to slow down, you need a minute. Got it?”

“Got it,” Enzo replied.

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