“Are they your men?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Aren’t you a little concerned?” Her eyes widened as she stared up at me.
“No.”
“We’re about to get murdered, and you’re OK with that? Are you drunk?” Her voice grew louder, her eyes wider.
I laughed. “Relax. They’re De Luca’s men. They’re watching you.”
She frowned and looked back at the SUV, which was now idling next to the curb.
“Jerks don’t even try to stay hidden,” she muttered.
I watched her pull her phone out of her small purse and tap at the screen, her lips pulled down into an angry frown.
“Call your fucking men off me,” she snarled a moment later as she held the phone to her ear. “I told you to leave me alone. I don’t need your shitty security detail.”
She’d called Lorenzo. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but I could tell it was angering her further before she let out a disgusted snarl.
“None of your damn business. Call your dogs off, Enzo. I’m serious. I will slash their tires if they keep following me.”
She snarled again, and I noted she was now in a video call with him. I only saw him for a moment before she stormed to the SUV. I watched, taking in everything. I’d intervene if it came down to it. I really hoped they wouldn’t pull their weapons on me. I had faith they were smarter than starting shit with Matteo because we’d decimate them in the blink of an eye.
I quickly brought out my phone and told Frank to make his way to me. He was a hell of a driver and handy with a weapon, so he’d be useful. If nothing else, I’d throw his ass in front of some bullets and use him as a human shield.
“Call them off! Fucking do it, Enzo,” she screamed into the phone.
He must have said something she didn’t like because she brought out a knife and slashed the front passenger tire with an angry yell.
I blinked at her antics, both turned on and slightly afraid. I did love a passionate woman.
“Jake, you asshole! Fuck you! Stop following me!” she shouted.
She plunged her knife back into the tire with a strength I didn’t know she possessed. Quickly, she rushed to the other side and jammed her knife into the driver’s side tire.
“Fucking follow me now!” she bellowed. “Assholes!”
“What the fuck? Rosalie!” one of the men, whom I assumed was Jake, shouted. “Hey, we’re just doing our job?—”
She rushed to the back tire, but I got to her first and tossed her over my shoulder. She’d made her point, quite literally. I didn’t want her hand to slip and for her to cut herself.
She let her curses fly as the men stayed at the vehicle, bitching into the night about needing their tires changed.
“None of your goddamn business. Stop following me,” Rosalie said, still on the phone. I hadn’t heard what Lorenzo said, but I assumed he was demanding to know who she was with.
“Or I’ll fucking stab you next.” She shifted and must have disconnected the call.
I didn’t slow my pace, spotting Frank coming toward me on the street. Fucker was probably around the corner getting a lap dance. Like the prick needed any more pussy.
“You’re really strong,” Rosalie called out as she hung over my shoulder. She was light as a feather. Her phone buzzed again, but she let out a grunt before it went silent.
“And you’re a violent little thing,” I said as I walked with her over my shoulder. “Little crazy, too.”
I placed her on her feet as Frank pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and helped her to get inside before following her in. I cast a final look at De Luca’s men, who were still standing outside their vehicle, both tires definitely flat.
Pride surged through my chest.
