Page 20 of Single Malt Drama
“I insist you come. I will have security waiting for you at the airport.”
“And Enzo? He will not be happy to see me.”
“Leave my brother to me.” I’d catch him up on the latest events. If he had a problem with her being here, he could kiss my ass.
“We’re taking off soon. I should go.”
I conjured every ounce of courage I had in me to tell her everything would be all right, and that I’d protect her with my life. Instead, I said, “See you soon.”
“Ciao.” She disconnected the call.
See you soon? That’s the best you got?Shaking my head, I grabbed my bag and headed upstairs.
A pair of jeans laid across Enzo’s unmade bed, but my brother was nowhere to be found. Stranger still, my childhood bedroom door was closed. I reached for the knob, but stopped when I heard voices and moans coming from inside.
Is that SOB having sex in my bed?I pounded on the door with the palm of my hand.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” Enzo said.
Oh hell no. I’ve been traveling too long to put up with this crap.I took a page out of his playbook and threw the door open. “Tough shit. Why are you sleeping in here—” My brain stuttered. Sure, I’d suspected he was doing the nasty in my bed, but thinking and seeing were two different things. “Whoa.”
Shanna let out a squeak and scrambled off my brother. Good plan, except she took the sheets with her which left him exposed.
I needed bleach for my freaking eyes. Covering my face with my arm, I said, “Dude, get dressed before you put someone’s eye out!”
“Leave!” Enzo pointed toward the door with more than his hand.
The entire situation had me cracking up. He’d caught me in the act more times than I could count. Now that the tables were turned, I took great pleasure in tormenting him. “You don’t have to be rude about it. You’re the one playing hide the sausage in my bed.”
“Go while you still have functioning kneecaps.” He strode to the door and shoved me into the hall.
“Big threats for someone with his cock hanging out.” Laughing, I walked back downstairs. I hadn’t seen food since Rome, and all the excitement made me hungry. I poked my head in the fridge and hit the jackpot.
Hildie’s gumbo. I figured she’d made it for Enzo. He’d always been her favorite. What better way to get under his skin than to eat his special soup after seeing his girlfriend’s tits?
Normally, I’d reheat it on the stove to keep the shellfish from turning to rubber, but I didn’t dare take the time. Instead, I nuked it.
“She made that for me, you know.” Enzo stood in the doorway with his arms folded.
“I figured, but I didn’t think you’d be down in time to catch me.” I wiggled my brows.
“Gabe didn’t mention you were coming home today.” He pulled a couple of steaks from the fridge.
I hitched a shoulder and took a huge bite of gumbo. “He has a lot on his mind.”
Enzo gave me an odd look before getting three potatoes from the pantry and walking to the sink. “What was so important in New Orleans you’d risk leaving the compound?”
I needed to talk to him about Nico before she showed up on the doorstep, but he didn’t seem to be in a very receptive mood. Instead, I decided to keep the focus on him, specifically, his epic screw up. “You, bro. I came home to talk to you.”
He paused mid-scrub and pointed the potato at me. “Now, I know you’re full of shit.”
“Is it that hard to believe I love you enough to cross an ocean to stop you from ruining your life?” I bit back a laugh. While I’d walk through fire for him, Enzo had made a career out of believing himself the black sheep of the family.
“Yeah, it is. How is it I’m ruining my life?”
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure we were alone. “This thing with the Lazios isn’t going away.”
“Which thing?”