“How do you know him?” Enzo asked, the words sharp.
“Yo, watch how you talk to him, or I’ll escort you out of the building,” Hiro said and pointed toward the dining room. “Through that window.”
Enzo said nothing, just looked at me, waiting for my reply.
“Well, to me, he’s my friend. But I don’t know if he’d consider me one.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Uhh, because I don’t really know him that well.”
“Explain,” he said, an impatient bite to his tone.
Hiro appeared between us, his broad shoulders blocking the view I had of the mobster. Even though he was wearing a shirt, I imagined the way the dark angel on his back rippledwith his movements.
I glanced at Haz. “Do you have any black angel fish at the Neon Reef? I think I want to get one.”
“Black angels? Yeah, I have a few. Their tank didn’t get shattered, thankfully.”
“I’m going to name it Ghost Jr.,” I told him.
Haz’s eyes widened. “After Ghost?”
I nodded. “He has a big tattoo of a dark angel on his back.”
“Can I see?” Haz exclaimed.
“Absolutely not,” Kieran snapped.
Hiro, whose back was still turned, reached behind him to grab a handful of his shirt and hike it up. Watching the movement had my cock stirring all over again, and the urge to plaster myself against his skin overtook everything else.
“Whoa,” Haz said the second the tattoo was on full display. “I had no idea you had such cool ink.”
“The tattoo on his chest is awful,” I said.
Hiro groaned.
“I want to see,” Haz exclaimed.
Kieran’s gun appeared, leveled on Hiro. “You turn around and show him your chest, I will put a bullet in your back.”
“Afraid my abs are better than yours?” Hiro baited.
The gun cocked.
“How you two are the government’s top operatives, I will never understand,” Enzo burst out, whipping out a gun of his own. His was weird, though. Looked like he’d scraped it on the road or something. “You can squabble later. I want answers, and I want them now.”
“Put that sawed-off abomination away,” Hiro said. “You should be embarrassed by that.”
“You’ll be embarrassed when I embed a bullet between your eyes.”
“You threaten him again, and not only will I not tell you what I know about Wyatt, but I won’t go help him tonight either.” Just saying the words made me want to throw up. I could never leave Wyatt to be murdered.
But I also couldn’t let this man keep threatening Hiro. That made me want to throw up too.
Enzo’s impenetrable gaze swung to me. “Are you threatening me?”
Hiro moved fast, faster than I realized he could move, and before I knew what was happening, the gun was on the floor and Enzo had a knife against his throat.
