Page 46 of Enforcer

I glance over my hand at Alyssa, who now has worry plastered on the beautiful blue oceans of her eyes. “I’ve got her.”

I shove my phone in the cupholder before reaching up and angling the rearview for a better vantage point.

“What’s going on?” Her voice is shaky. Fuck, I hate that her voice is shaky.

“We’re being tailed.”

“I got that much,” she replies dryly.

I sigh. “I dealt with a situation at the docks for Slate. Even though we own it, someone’s making a move, likely because of the power shift. Someone thinks we’re weak. A guard was left behind, and I apprehended and pressed him a bit.”

“Hence why you were covered in blood.”

I nod. “He wouldn’t give me shit. Died of his wounds before I could get anything out of him.”

“Is it one of the other families?” she asks.

I shrug. “We don’t know.”

“How are we going to lose them?” she asks, shifting in her chair to look in the side mirror at the lone car trailing us through the meat-packing district.

“We’re not. We’re going to lead them into an ambush. Listen, I need you to stay low, and keep out of sight. I don’t know how many people are in that SUV. I don’t need you getting clipped by a stray bullet; Brynne would lose her mind.”

I would lose my mind.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a Glock 9, lays it on her leg, and lets her bag slide down to the floor.

Fuck, why is that so hot?!

“Where the hell did you get that?” I ask her, feeling overprotective.

Now is not the time for this argument, but I carry on.

“Brynne got it for me. Isn’t it cute? It has my initials on it.” She flips it over and runs her finger over it. Her red stiletto nail looks sinful against the black metal of the gun, and I shift to get my body to calm the fuck down before I do something stupid.

Like pull over, take on all these fuckers on my own so that I can bend her over the hood of my car while she presses that gun to my temple.

“Do you know how to shoot it?” I ask her.

Her face falls into a sultry look that makes my veins thrum. “I know a lot of things, Dante.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, just be careful, will you?”

She nods frantically.

“Take your seatbelt off, tesoro. We’re nearly there. I will spin us around, and I want you to get out of the car and get to the rear. You got me?”

“I got you,” she says, and it makes my fucking spine tingle.

Their headlights are off ahead of me, but I can see the moonlight shimmering off the pinstripe on Marco’s hood. Four vehicles, two on either side of where I lead my tagalong. I gas it, driving through the middle of them before I rip the wheel and pop the e-brake, doing a complete 180 as I fling my door open and slide out of the car, pulling my gun over the door at the same time the other men begin firing.

The SUV has stopped, and men are jumping out and returning fire.

“He wants at least one alive!” I shout to Marco.

I took a quick look and saw that Alyssa had followed instructions. She was out of the car and pressed up against the rear bumper.