Levi would never let that happen. As long as Micah was alive, he was a threat to Shiloh—to all of them. “You don’t need toworry about Micah,” Levi said, voice cold. “We’ll deal with him ourselves.”
Enzo seemed delighted by this answer, giving him a quick smile. “Ah, yes. Jericho’s Boys and their street justice,” he said. “While I’m not opposed to the occasional bout of retaliatory vigilantism, or even cold-blooded killing if it furthers?—”
“So much for a code of ethics,” Seven muttered, just loud enough to cut Enzo off.
The older man’s head snapped to Seven, staring hard in his direction. Seven stared back, mouth in a flat line, chin up defiantly. Jericho would kill Seven if he found out he’d behaved like this in public.
Enzo seemed to make some kind of internal decision, prowling to where Seven still sat sulking, bracing a hand on the conference room table to lean into his space until they were almost nose to nose. “What was that?” he asked, voice deceptively pleasant.
“Nothing. Forget it,” Seven mumbled, refusing to look at the man.
Enzo pinched his chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look at him. “Oh, no. You’ve been begging for my undivided attention since I walked in. Well, now you’ve got it. Speak.”
Seven clenched his teeth shut, his expression mutinous.
Enzo’s tone bordered on condescending as he said, “What’s the problem, kid? Hmm? Need a strong male figure in your life?”
Something dark swept across Seven’s face, but he covered it quickly, batting his long lashes at Enzo dramatically. “No, I need a strong male figure in my ass. Want the job, Daddy?” he simpered.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Levi muttered. Shiloh stared, riveted, watching the two like the only thing missing was a bowl of popcorn.
Enzo didn’t even acknowledge Levi’s outburst, his gaze locked in on only Seven. “We’ll discuss that at a later date. Without an audience. Until then, you’re going to sit here—silently—and behave. If you don’t think you can do that, you are free to leave. Can you behave?”
“Yes,” Seven mumbled.
“Yes, sir,” Enzo growled.
“Yes, sir,” Seven repeated, so meekly Levi’s mouth fell open.
Enzo started to stand, then shoved Seven’s hoodie off his head, snatching the beanie as well and dropping it in his lap. “And take your hat off when you’re indoors,” Enzo told him, shaking his head like he was disappointed.
“Sorry…sir,” Seven managed.
Enzo’s “Good boy” was barely audible, but Levi watched it reverberate through his friend like a tuning fork, making him shiver.
Shiloh turned to Levi, blinking at him with wide, owlish eyes. Levi cringed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know why he’s like this.”
Shiloh leaned in close, licking his lower lip nervously, before saying, “Can we addthatto the bucket list? Maybe?”
Levi’s cock kicked in his pants, his lips parting in surprise. When he recovered somewhat, he thought to ask, “Which part?”
Shiloh bit his lip then let it go. “All of it?”
“Yes. Yes, we definitely can.”
Shiloh grinned.
Levi’s head spun as a million different scenarios played through his brain on fast forward. Levi loved telling Shiloh what to do and he was especially good at following orders. Of course, Shiloh hadn’t specified exactly what role he wanted to play. Levi leaned into his space. “Just to be clear, I’m domming you, right?”
Shiloh’s responding grin made Levi flush. “We’ll see.”
Enzo strolled back to them like they hadn’t just witnessed him brat-taming their friend in the middle of a conference room in a billion-dollar law practice. “Where was I?”
“The occasional cold-blooded murder,” Shiloh said helpfully.
“Oh, that’s right. Murder. Taking Micah off the chessboard is always an option, but if he’s the only one who knows the truth about his operation, it’s going to be far more difficult to prove Malachi’s innocence.”
“Mal could still go to prison even if Micah’s dead?” Shiloh asked, horrified. “Micah’s been saying this whole time that all he had to do was make a phone call and Mal’s charges all go away and Mal can come home. Was that all a lie?”
