“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Gin said. “Stop pushing!”

“I’m ready to be alone,” Enzo growled.

The door shut, and I pulled myself to my feet before I stuffed the USB drive into my shoe. I straightened up as Enzo rounded into the kitchen and slammed me against the counter.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house? How did you even find this place?” he demanded.

I swallowed thickly, but no words came. What the hell was I going to tell him that would get me out of his place in one piece with the evidence I needed? I looked into his eyes and drew on my years of being a lying, manipulative junkie.

“I missed you.”

My blood rushed, and pinpricks danced along my forearms and to my fingers wrapped around Tex’s throat.

I missed you.

His words wrapped around me like a snake does to its prey, squeezing me until I felt as if I couldn’t suck in air.

Why was he here? I knew the answer to that, and yet I refused to acknowledge it. Pain blossomed behind my eyes as a headache built. My fingers tightened around his throat out of reflex, and his eyes widened. Instantly my body responded, but I stayed still, refusing to give in to the constant pull between us.

My head tilted as my brows lifted. “What?”

Tex audibly swallowed his Adam’s apple, caressing my palm. “I missed you.”

It was too much going on for me to decipher what he truly meant. Was he lying? Did he miss me, or was there something else?

Tex attempted to get up and I slammed him back against the cabinet, daring him with my eyes to try again.

He went still. “What? So it’s okay for you to break into my place, but I can’t do the same?”

“No.”

Tex’s brows dipped. “That’s bullshit.”

He didn’t try and move or force my hand off his neck. It was a good call. I wasn’t sure what I’d be liable to do if he had.

“I make the rules.” I pressed my fingers against his flesh before loosening my hold once more. “Am I clear?”

Tex’s breathing was erratic and the closer I leaned toward him the better he smelled. I got lost for a moment in his blue eyes. I’d been right to compare them to glass because Tex was going to cut me.

“I never agreed to that,” Tex squeezed out.

“I don’t recall asking.”

We grew closer with every word that spilled between us. I doubted Tex even noticed he’d pushed himself away from the counter and was gravitating toward me. It was like we were magnets unable to fight the pull. The world had made us oil and fire, a combination that should never be mixed.

“Enzo.”

My name on his lips was like a freshly sharpened knife sliding through flesh. Why? I’d made sure not to get attached to anyone. One night with Tex, and I was hooked. Benito is going to be pissed off.