ENZO
HIS VOICE SHOULDN’T have cut that deep.
“You jealous your brother got the first taste?”
I stared at him. Glasses slightly askew. Shirt wrinkled, lips shiny, and that smug little curve on his mouth like he hadn’t just walked into a f*****g wolf’s den. Like he hadn’t been kissed—touched by someone I gave very specific orders to stay away from.
He looked cocky. But he wasn’t cocky. No, he was trying to survive.
And that pissed me off even more.
I walked forward slowly. Not like I was in a rush to beat him. Not like I was angry. No. That would’ve given him power.
Instead, I stepped close enough to watch his throat move when he swallowed. He didn’t back up. Not this one. He held his ground even with his glasses crooked and sweat glistening on his temple.
“You think I care about a k
