He must have seen because he pressed his lips into my palm. “I like me some soft serve.”
I giggled.
The man muttered something.
“You’re Haz’s uncle, right?” I asked.
“This is my Uncle Enzo. You met him at the shootout,” Haz supplied.
“Sorry, I was busy trying not to die,” I said. To Hiro, I said, “What’s a bloodhound?” I’d heard Enzo call him that when he first arrived.
Hiro made a rude noise. “A crude term for an enforcer. Basically, the muscle someone like Mr. Salvatore here would send to collect his debts, track people who try and run, and basically use force to get people to comply. Enzo here must think these men are below him.”
I turned to Mr. Salvatore. “And that’s what you called Hiro?”
The man shrugged. “Why not? He does the same thing for the government.”
“And why are you here?” I asked.
“Because I wanted to tell you personally that I appreciate what you are doing tonight.”
“I told you he isn’t going,” Hiro said through gritted teeth.
“What?” I echoed, looking at him. “Of course I am. Wyatt needs me.”
“That’s why Kieran is here. We’ll handle this.” Hiro informed me.
Was that why he took me to get glasses? Because he really thought it was just some ordinary day and I had no other plans?
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head. “I told you last night thatI’mgoing. Tommy threatened both you and Wyatt if I don’t.”
“He threatened you too?” Kieran asked low.
Hiro seemed unconcerned. “He’s not the first to say he’s going to off me.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kieran demanded.
Hiro seemed surprised. “Because it doesn’t matter.”
“The hell it doesn’t!”
Hiro spun to face Kieran. “Don’t act like this is some new occurrence. We get threatened every other week. How many hit lists are we on?”
Haz and I both gasped. “You’re on hit lists!” I exclaimed.
Since Hiro’s back was turned, I watched Kieran’s faceturn smug and one of his eyebrows lift.
“There goes his eyebrow again,” Haz whispered.
Hiro glanced over his shoulder, the strong contour of his jaw on full display. “It sounds worse than it is.”
“How?”
“We can talk about this later,” Enzo interrupted. “Right now, we need to discuss tonight.” He turned to me. His eyes were very dark, but unlike Hiro’s, there seemed to be no brown. They were just… cold. “You know Wyatt, Tommy’s… hostage.”
The slight pause before the word hostage made me a little curious, and I couldn’t help but glance at Haz. He nodded, clearly smelling gossip too.
“Yes, that’s why I have to go tonight. I have to help him,” I answered.
