Seven’s gaze jerked to his, expression mutinous. “No,” he snapped. Enzo couldn’t stop the grin that broke out across his face. This only seemed to further antagonize him. Just like that first night. “I just don’t like cops.”
“Aren’t you in law school?” Enzo asked, amused.
Seven narrowed his gaze. “Maybe I’m in law school to be a defense attorney? Cops lie all the time, doctor evidence, kill people.”
“You kill people,” Enzo teased. “And I doctor evidence. It’s just the way the world works. Not every cop is dirty. Not every defense attorney is a scumbag. But some are.”
Seven shrugged, nodding his head, abandoning his argument. “That’s really your brother?” he asked, glancing back over his shoulder like he expected to find Lucky lurking behind him.
Enzo gave a half-smile. “So my mother tells me. It’s possible she grabbed the wrong baby from the hospital. He really doesn’t look like the rest of us.” He crooked his finger at Seven, then pointed to the space in front of him. “Come here.”
Seven licked his bottom lip, hands still buried in his pockets as he crept closer.
“Quickly,” Enzo urged in a sing-song voice, just to watch Seven sulk.
He glowered at him, if anything moving slower, coming to stand in the space between Enzo and his desk. Once there, he crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance like he was trying to look intimidating. It probably worked on most people. Enzo found it kind of adorable. He found Seven kind of adorable…and that made him dangerous.
“Why do you look so nervous?” he taunted, reaching out to run his knuckle along Seven’s thigh. “My brother’s not even here.”
Seven looked two seconds away from jumping out of his skin. “I just don’t know whyI’mhere,” he mumbled.
Enzo rolled his chair a little closer, his legs easily slipping between Seven’s. “What do you mean?” he asked, feigning innocence. “You hit me up. Remember? What was it you said? Oh, right. ‘What you doing?’ What were you hoping to accomplish with that? Hmm?”
Seven’s cheeks darkened, and he shrugged, dragging his gaze to Enzo’s with effort. “I don’t know,” he said, almost under his breath.
He remembered to look Enzo in the eye when he answered him. God, he was going to be so good for him. His perfect boy.
Enzo’s hands slipped behind Seven’s knees. “Oh, now, I don’t think that’s true.” One hard tug had his legs giving out, forcing him to drop onto Enzo’s thighs. “I think you knew exactly what you wanted. I think you were hoping for a repeat of that night we spent together.”
“What difference does it make? Clearly, you weren’t,” Seven sulked, staring at Enzo’s butter yellow tie like it held the secrets of the universe. “So, I don’t know why I’m here.”
Enzo gently gripped his chin, forcing him to look at him. “You’re here because I invited you to lunch. You don’t want to have lunch with me?”
“But why?” Seven asked, his confusion obvious.
“Because I reward good behavior.”
Seven blinked rapidly. “I… What does that even mean?” he asked, breathless.
Enzo shrugged, letting his thumb trace Seven’s full bottom lip, fascinated with the way he melted at the touch. “I suppose that depends on you.”
“How?” he asked, pupils already blown.
Enzo ghosted his fingertips over the boy’s cheek, watching the way his eyelids fluttered. “We’ll discuss that at lunch.”
Seven slow-blinked at him. “Okay.”
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Enzo said, gripping the boy’s ass and yanking him higher into his lap before returning his hand to his cheek. He sucked in a startled breath, clutching at Enzo’s shoulders.
“Am not,” Seven muttered.
Enzo chuckled, fascinated by the way Seven allowed him to continue caressing his face, lids heavy, lips parted, half-hard in his too tight pants. He was so sensitive. He’d been sensitive that night, too, whimpering beneath Enzo at the slightest touch. Hard to believe the kid was a stone-cold killer with the way he was trembling in his arms.
“You call every man you meet Daddy, huh?” Enzo recalled, dragging down his bottom lip, then letting it go with a little pop.
“Only the hot ones,” Seven murmured, pink tongue darting out to lick over the spot Enzo had just touched.
“Well, from now on, Daddy is an honorific you earn. You can just call me ‘sir’ for now.”
