Fierce Defender: Book 2, Hard to Handle trilogy by Janine Kane Page B

is what he’s so afraid of, then how does taking off help him?”
    Zack looked like he had something specific to say but wasn’t sure if he should. Eva took him by the hand and led him to one of the dining room chairs near the kitchen. “Sit,” she told him. After he had, she dropped down onto his lap and put her arms around his neck. “Tell me your thoughts.”
    “Um… well… First, I’d like to peel that robe off of you...”
    “Zackary Norcross!” she huffed. “You know full well those were not the thoughts I was talking about.”
    “Oh,” he said. “Well, when you sat that gorgeous ass on my lap, those were the ones that came to the forefront of my brain.”
    Eva could feel the proof of his statement hardening beneath her back side. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face closer. Leaning down, she kissed him, very softly, on the lips. She was upset about her brother’s disappearance. In times of stress, she always found comfort in Zack’s arms. “I’ll take care of those thoughts in a minute,” she said. “Tell me the other ones first, though.”
    “I don’t want to,” he confessed.
    “Why?”
    “Because once you hear what I have to say, you might renege on the other. Let’s get naked first and talk about Hank later,” he pleaded with a grin.

Chapter Eight
    In Disguise
    Brownsville, Texas
    Late Wednesday Morning
     
    “Enrique!”
    Vincent had unlocked the inner door to the basement and was standing in the doorway of the kitchen yelling for him. Enrique strolled in with his chin up and that smug, self-important smile he liked to wear. “Waasup?” he said, as if he were addressing a fellow biker on the street.
    “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Vincent reproached him. “Stand the fuck up straight, and pull your pants up when you speak to me. You’re a despicable example of a human being. Just for the honor of being in my presence, you should be on your knees begging to suck my cock.”
    Enrique looked at his boss with uncertainty. Did the man really want him to suck his cock? He was about to ask when Vincent cut him off.
    “I told you that I wanted the package brought to me the second that it was delivered, did I not?”
    Enrique got it now. The Boss was just trying to make it clear he was still in charge. That was a close one , he thought, glad he hadn’t dropped to his knees before he’d figured it out.
    “I’m sorry, Boss,” he said in what Vincent had once told him mirrored a fake Hollywood version of what a Mexican thug was supposed to sound like. “I told that fucker, Pablo, to bring it down fifteen minutes ago when it got here.”
    “Come here,” Vincent commanded. Enrique’s mind flashed back to the possibility that the Boss really did want a blow job. He strutted over towards him, and when he was close enough, Vincent smacked him across the face with the back of his hand, knocking him on his ass and causing blood to spurt from his nose and mouth.
    “Fuck!” Enrique yelled. “What was that for?”
    “For being a lying little fuck-head,” Vincent told him. “I just got off the phone with the sender of the package. It’s been sitting up here for over an hour. What the hell is going on up here that you haven’t had time to bring it to me?”
    Enrique was trying to get his bearings back. His ears were ringing, and he was thinking he would have much rather had Heston’s cock in his mouth than be bitch-slapped like that. He tried to think of a plausible reason that he hadn’t taken the package down. The truth was, he and his boys had been smoking some good weed and watching the Playboy channel on the eighty-inch plasma television set in the living room. He opened his sore mouth to speak.
    Before the words came out, Vincent said, “Lie to me again, you stupid fuck, and I’ll cut your head off.”
    Enrique believed him. “We were screwing around, sir. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
    “Funny how you suddenly lost your