“Everything okay?” she asked.
I glanced over at Trace, who was posted by the front door. “Am I tripping, or is that Enzo over there in the corner?”
He leaned forward to get a better look. “Nah, you're not tripping. That’s him.”
“And is his punk ass staring at my sister?”
“Don’t trip. I’m already on it,” Trace replied, knowing I was about to lose my shit. Within seconds, his phone was against his ear, and he barked out orders to the person on the other end. “Hey, Roc, block all access to Jassi when it comes to Enzo. Do it now!”
I kept my gaze on the screens for a few seconds longer, making sure movements were made to let me know that they got the message. When one of the guys moved closer in the direction of Jassi and blocked Enzo’s view of her, I stepped away.
“Okay, so I guess it’s safe to say that you’re not a fan of Enzo,” Nyx said.
“No, I’m not. Are you?”
She shrugged. “I’ve never worked with him. I’ve only heard things about him.”
“Yeah, well, usually, I would say don’t believe everything you hear. But in his case, believe every damn thing.”
“Oh...okay. How well do you know him?”
“Well enough to know that no one in their right mind should fuck with him.”
“Got it.” She took a few more bites of her salad, then grabbed the strawberry lemonade that I’d made sure was freshly made just for her. A soft moan escaped her lips. “This is delicious.”
“I thought you would like it.”
She tilted her head. “Now I’m starting to think your sister isn’t the only one you’re stalking. Did you have someone follow me around while we were on tour?”
I chuckled. “Nah, I just paid attention whenever I could. Does your man not do that kind of shit?”
Smiling, she dabbed the corners of her mouth. “Nice try.”
“What?”
“Once again, you’re trying to inch your way in.”
I lifted my shoulders. “It was just a simple question.”
“It wasn’t simple at all.”
My eyes flicked back to the monitors. Jassi was on her feet, and so was Enzo, staring her down like a fucking predator.
I glanced at Trace. He was already on the phone, making sure his boys were keeping a close eye on shit.
But that wasn’t enough. Knowing that Enzo was in the same room as Jassi was a problem for me.
Standing, I grabbed Nyx’s hand. “Come on.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“To handle some shit.”
19
NYX
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
