“Who?”
“He’s the hotshot fucking attorney whose office is across from mine. Rich, talented, hot and older, just how Seven likes them.” When Vince didn’t say anything, Enzo glanced up to find him studying him, a smirk on his handsome but annoying face. “What?”
“You sound…jealous,” Vince noted, amused.
“What? No,” Enzo retorted, maybe a little too quickly. “Fuck you.”
Jealous. Yeah, right. He was irritated. Annoyed. Exasperated. But jealous? Enzo didn’t get jealous. What was there to be jealous of, anyway? It wasn’t like Seven meant anything to him. They’d had one night together. One veryhotnight together. Fuck.
“If you’re not jealous then why do you care who he interns for?” Vince asked. The smug look on his face made Enzo want to punch him.
“Because I don’t need to watch their love affair play out across the hall from me like my own soap opera.”
“Love affair?” Vince chuckled as he brought his glass to his lips. After a small sip, he said, “Why do you care who he falls in love with? You said you already fucked him once, right?”
“Yeah,” Enzo said defensively. “So what?”
Vince nodded, like Enzo was making his point for him. “Exactly. So what? What do you care who he fucks? What exactly is Mom mad about? That you had a one-night stand? That can’t be it.”
Enzo closed his eyes with a sigh and let his head fall back on the booth. “It wasn’t the one-night stand. It was what came after.”
“Did you, like, blow him off or ghost him?”
Enzo rocketed forward, slamming his fist on the table, making everything on the surface jump. “No, that’s the thing. He ghostedme. He let me fuck him and then just went completely radio silent for two weeks.”
“Then when did Mom get involved?” Vince asked. “Carli said the kid was crying in her office. How did he get there?”
Crying? That had to be an exaggeration, right? Carli was known to embellish like any other teenager. But then, Seven had cried for him that night, too. Could one of Navarro’s avenging angels be that sensitive? He wanted to say no, but…maybe?
“I don’t think he was…crying. Not exactly.”
Enzo knew he wasn’t explaining himself well, but he didn’t want to tell Vince the whole truth. Though, he’d hear it eventually. Gossip flew fast and far in the Conti family. He was honestly surprised more of his family hadn’t tried to weigh in on this, not that it was any of their business.
“What did you do that made him ‘not cry exactly’?” Vince pressed.
“I made him an offer,” Enzo muttered, finishing his glass in one large, painful swallow.
“I thought you said he ghosted you? Did he think you had ulterior motives when you reached out to him again?” It sounded more like a rhetorical question.
“He reached out to me,” Enzo explained. “Literally sent me a ‘what you doing’ text in the middle of the night to see if I was up.”
Vince raised a brow. “And how did you respond?”
“I told him to try again,” Enzo answered. “Then I ignored him for the night.”
Vince tilted his head, studying Enzo’s face. “So, you implied you wanted something more than a hook-up from him.”
“Well, yeah,” Enzo said. “And I did. I wanted a contractual relationship with a clear end date. I even offered to train him.”
“Train him?” Vince echoed. “To do what, exactly?”
Enzo looked at his brother like he was an idiot. “To be my submissive, obviously.”
“He’s in the community?” Vince asked.
“Well, more like an…interested party?” Enzo hedged.
“Wait,” Vince said, frowning like he was trying to solve a complex math equation or disarm a nuclear bomb. “He’s not even one of us and you asked him to be your sub? To train him?”
