He might be dead on about me and my perversions, if you can call what I'm doing perversion. But this isn't about getting a girl. I can get girls. Just because things are out of hand, it is not my fault.
Of course, I don't take a long time with just anyone.
And I'm not taking my time. I have no intentions of getting any part of my anatomy wet in her. This is about protection, not the fun along the way.
"Seriously," I mutter, "Fuck off, Silas."
"Seriously, Enzo." He mimics my tone. "What the fuck was that whole call about?"
"I think the call was self-explanatory."
"No. It didn't. And I sounded like such a loser that if she thinks I can investigate anything, then she's also a loser."
I laugh and shake my head. "You sounded fine, man."
"No, I sounded like a fucking fool."
"You didn't." But I do owe him something. "And I'm sorry, I really am."
"About making me look incompetent?"
"About not giving you a heads-up." Then I add a little lie. "I drove here as fast as I could, but I thought she wouldn't call until tomorrow."
I did drive as fast as I could, but I could tell from the tone of her texts she was anxious enough to do it tonight. If texts have a tone, that is. I just thought I would beat her, that is all.
Knowing Silas, he will pick that apart, telling me how she shakes me down to the bones.
Which she doesn't.
Just that old protective thing toward her.
Silas frowns. "Then why did you come running? I get it if it was an emergency, but why?—"
"Not just call and text?" I get up and top up my drink, just to annoy him.
It is his good Irish Teeling 24 we are drinking, and he can get possessive when it comes to his top shelf, so I pour an extra-large top-up.
He glares.
I shrug. "I figured I might as well come now since there is other business we need to get on to. And like I said, Cade's on his way."
I want to come up with something where we can poke into the two mafia families and, even though I hate it, give them enough on Louie to dive into him, too. If Silas and Cade decide to go there.
He nods, picks up a pen, and scribbles a note on his notepad. "Good. He can tell me what this is about."
"I told you."
"No, you hung me out to dry."
I ignore him. "And I also came to give you a heads-up, like I said."
He points at me. "You are a mess. Next time, try a little harder in the old giving me a heads-up. Who is this Lola anyway?"
"A girl," I mutter.
"Sexy." He underlines her name at the top of the page and draws a big question mark after it.
I glare and choose to lie. "Not really."
