He opened it up and hopped in. His foot instantly bounced once he was in a confined space with me. Tex’s large hands rested over his crotch. The moment he realized where I was looking, he stopped hiding the evidence of his arousal.

“Don’t get scared now.”

Tex whipped his head toward me. “I’m not. Don’t be a disappointment.”

Something close to laughter tried to break free, but I swallowed it down. This one is going to be fun.

I started the car, and Tex put his seatbelt on. I watched his every move waiting for him to grab his badge or point out the fact he was a cop. I pushed my glasses up on my nose before dragging my gaze up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t ask.”

I cocked a single brow at him.

“I’m a grown man. Yes, I know what I’m doing. This face of mine may look soft, but I can handle more than you think.”

Did he think I’d let him slip away? He’d already walked into the cage with free will. There was no leaving, not till I set him free.

“Bold words. Hope you aren’t all talk.”

“Same.” Tex grinned at me, showing off his pearly whites.

Cute. It was like looking at a kitten. Teeth and claws, but in the end, nothing more than prey.

I’m in over my fucking head.

The entire drive I felt agitation flowing through me. Every flicker of his gaze that came my way, every little smirk he pulled, felt like he was holding some inside joke that I was on the outside of. The sleek leather seats of his car were cool, and I thanked everything that they were so I wouldn’t melt into a goddamn puddle.

Beside me was a monster. His face was well-known to most of the police force but for me, it was especially prominent. I remembered my father looking at these case files in the basement, pouring over them as he tried to find some way to unravel the Vitales. I would know that dark hair and those chocolate brown eyes anywhere. Although, he’d gotten older since those pictures, more mature and refined.

Shit. Will you shut up? I glared at my rebellious cock as it stood at attention. The rush, the danger, and not to mention the hot as fuck man beside me was enough to get my blood pumping. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that I was almost afraid I would bust a nut in his fancy car.

My arm throbbed, but I ignored it. The drink at the bar had made more blood rush to it. At first, it hurt more, but now it was becoming a fading, background kind of pain. Hopefully, if I needed to, I would be able to kick his ass if he tried to kill me. But why would he? As far as he knew, I was just some guy he’d hit on in his bar. Enzo had no idea I was going to be the one who lit the match and incinerated his worthless family.