That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia (Accidental)

Chapter 33

I f I don’t think about it too much, I could pretend I’m walking up the steps to a private jet that is going to drop me off in Fiji instead of Kenosha, Wisconsin. Not that there is anything wrong with Kenosha, but it’s only an hour from Chicago, where tomorrow my fate will be sealed, and I’ll inherit the mafia.

I would much rather be in Fiji.

The jet is charcoal gray and lavish. It’s very Enzo—polished and sophisticated, luxurious but not flashy. Enzo and Luca carried our unconscious companion in first. There’s a bedroom in the back of the plane… yes, mile-high club, here I come. Except we have a short, balding underboss in there with a peach choke ball in his mouth. Not exactly setting the sexy mood.

I ascend the stairs with Jax behind me, carrying my bookbag. The pilots stow our luggage while a cabin attendant greets us inside, and I immediately roll my eyes.

You’ve got to be kidding me. The sexy stewardess cliché? Really?

She’s about my height and age, with blonde hair styled back in a low, neat bun. Her uniform is a gray pencil skirt and vest over a white button-down shirt with short sleeves. The top few buttons are open, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage. They must not have had her size when she ordered her uniform because it’s so tight she looks like she was poured into it. She stands perfectly on a pair of black heels and is sporting an obnoxiously bright shade of red lipstick.

My guess is she’s hoping to smear it all over at least one of their dicks before the flight is over.

She looks at me with a close-lipped smile, a short nod followed by a “hm,” and it instantly sets me on fire. I’d bet my ass she isn’t going to greet Jax that way.

Sure enough, as soon as she sees him, she all but lays down and opens her legs.

“Mr. Donovan,” she says, practically sucking Jax’s cock with her eyes as he steps in behind me. “A pleasure to have you flying with Mr. Vincenzi today.” She rubs her hand down his forearm and places her hand over his on my bookbag handle. “I’d love to take this from you.”

Interpretation: I’d love to put your cock in every hole I have, Mr. Donovan.

She even goes as far as to bat her fucking eyelashes.

Bonus points for Jax when he moves out of her reach like she’s infected with the plague.

“Where is my spatula?” I mutter calmly, looking around me. Jax lifts the corner of his mouth in a smirk, but it vanishes quickly when he looks back at the stewardess. Before he opens his mouth to address her, I do.

“Look, honey,” I begin, stepping between her and Jax. She raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me, clearly not a fan of my presence on the plane. “There won’t be any titty-fucking on today’s flight, so you can put the girls away. And if you touch one of them again, I’ll break each one of your little manicured nails right off your fingers and then shove them up your bleached little asshole. Got it?”

She scoffs, but I walk past her into the cabin, sitting down in one of the seats a little too hard. I cross my arms and look out the window, pissed at what they probably did with that woman on previous flights. And then they have the audacity to have her on this flight with me here as well.

I know we haven’t really settled everything between us. We haven’t talked about what anything means for us beyond not dying until tomorrow. They said they love me—still, they love me—and then bring me on a plane with one of their flings.

“Peach,” Jax says, sitting down and immediately turning to me with a pleading voice. At the same time, Enzo emerges from the back, with Luca behind him.

When Enzo sees the stewardess, his face turns red, and that familiar look of impending doom settles in his eyes. It’s like a switch flips, and his handsome features somehow turn harsher, deadlier, and even more fucking beautiful.

“Why. In the fuck. Are you. On my plane?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The poor girl is speechless. She opens her mouth, then closes it again like a fish gulping water.

“I—I didn’t think…” That sex-kitten voice is gone, and now she’s just scared.

“I warned you. The next time you show up for one of my jobs, I’m breaking your fucking hands.” He stalks through the plane.

“Oh,” I murmur, more under my breath than anything else, but Jax hears me. “Jinx,” I tease. That’s basically what I just said. Jax snorts a quick laugh and grabs my knee. Luca stays in the hall, not entering the cabin, leaning casually against the wall. He’s so effortlessly handsome it actually hurts to look at him and not get to touch him.

“I t-thought you only meant your Colorado resort,” she stammers. “Mr. Vincenzi, I apologize.” She’s crying now, tears falling down her face as she stumbles back.

“Let me make this crystal fucking clear for you.” Every inch of Enzo’s six-foot-four frame looms over her like the grim reaper. The pilot and copilot come out of the cockpit, hearing the commotion. “If I ever set eyes on you again, anywhere on this planet, I’m putting a fucking bullet right through your skull.” The pilot and copilot retreat into the cockpit hearing death threats. Smart move. “Now get the fuck,” Enzo cocks his gun. “off my plane.”

Dayum.

She all but sprouts wings and flies down the stairs. I see her stumble a bit in her haste—clearly not accustomed to running for her life in heels. She should practice if she’s going to work for mobsters.

Jax leans to me, quietly whispering, “If I had a pussy, it would be soaking wet right now. You know what I mean?”

Despite the irritation that boiled inside me, which is now cooling, I can’t help the smirk, “I do actually.”

“I’ll be right back,” Enzo says, casting a dark glance at Luca before looking at me.

“I was going to say, Peach,” Jax rubs his thumb along my cheek, his voice soft and teasing, “you don’t have to worry about her.” He pulls my chin to him for a kiss. “But Enzo’s made that crystal clear.” With a quick wink, Jax leaves me, heading to the wet bar at the front of the cabin.

The question of what happened lingers on my lips when Enzo returns from the cockpit, looking a little less like death incarnate. He walks the aisle back toward Luca. Without hesitation, Enzo wraps one arm around Luca’s waist and cups his face with the other.

“I don’t know why they booked her,” Enzo says, his voice almost pleading.

“I know, babe,” Luca replies, his tone resigned. He grabs Enzo’s wrist, pulling his hand gently away. “It’s fine.” He leans up and kisses Enzo, their movements tender and familiar.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Enzo reassures him. Luca nods in acknowledgment, his expression softening.

Enzo shifts his attention to me next. “Come here.” His tone matches the gentleness he used with Luca.

“I’m fine,” I say, half-rolling my eyes.

Enzo huffs and pulls me from my seat, sitting down himself and tugging me into his lap. “Don’t lie to me. I know you were angry seeing her. I know how that looked, Delaney.”

“What did she do to Luca?” My fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, and my other hand rests on his chest.

“I brought my staff to Colorado for a weekend ski retreat. She was one of the servers hired to tend to the guests. She spent the weekend trying to fuck Luca,” Enzo explains, his voice tight. “She ignored his rejections and touched him…” He pauses, his jaw clenching.

Rage builds in my chest. I know where this is going.

“She touched him inappropriately while he slept.”

“Oh, I will fucking kill her.” My gaze darts out the window, searching for any sign of her. “Give me your gun. Jax taught me how to shoot.”

Enzo’s smile—a mix of affection and menace—could solve all my problems. “I should have thrown her off the fucking mountain that day like I wanted.” He rubs my leg, his anger simmering just under the surface. “I told the agency she’s never to work one of my events again.”

“You don’t need to explain things to me. It’s clear she wasn’t wanted here.”

“But I do, Delaney.” His stormy gray eyes meet mine with sincerity. “She didn’t greet us when we boarded, or else I would’ve tossed her ass down the stairs then. She’s the kind of woman who works jobs like this so she can sell herself to the rich clients. Fuck a few billionaires, get a couple thousand in tips, and hopefully become a full-time mistress for one of them.”

“Hey, I respect the hustle.”

“But it’s disrespectful to you.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering. “We wouldn’t do that to you, angel.” His gaze is almost pleading, and I feel the weight of his words.

I nod and kiss him softly. “Thank you for explaining it.” My nose brushes against his as I lean closer. The squeeze of his hand on my thigh and the glimmer in his stormy eyes make my heart flutter. The ever-terrifying Enzo Vincenzi is a closet teddy bear.

The engines roar to life as Jax presses a button, retracting the stairs and sealing us inside the plane. With a message from the pilots, we all take our seats.

I return to mine as Enzo sits across the aisle with Luca. Jax plops down beside me, the two of them acting as a buffer between Luca and me. Fastening his seatbelt, Jax stretches his arms and pulls me close. Propping his feet on the seats across from us, he crosses one ankle over the other, his body a wall of warmth and ease.

“Next time we’re on this plane,” he whispers against my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine, “I’m taking you in the bathroom and eating your sweet pussy.”

I smile and turn to him for a quick peck on his full lips. He winks, unwrapping a pink sucker and popping it into his mouth. His masterful tongue rolls the candy around as he fidgets with the wrapper, finally crumpling it in his fist.

One hour into the flight, with three more before we reach Kenosha, Jax and I are engrossed in a fast-moving card game. He accuses me of cheating, as usual. Enzo places a fresh glass of diet soda in front of me with a kiss to the top of my head, then sits next to Luca, his hand possessively resting on Luca’s thigh.

Luca is focused on his laptop at the small table in front of him, breaking into our captive’s cell phone. Enzo’s hand slowly slides upward, his forearm flexing as he teases Luca. I catch the subtle movement and the way Luca’s blue eyes flicker with warning before darting to mine. Embarrassed I was caught spying, I look away quickly.

Jax and I start another round. The first cards we lay down are two queens. I slap my hand down before he can, claiming them with a victorious grin.

“How are you so fucking fast?” Jax exclaims, mock-offended.

“I’m just where I’m supposed to be, unlike you.” I smirk as we continue laying cards one at a time.

“Not fair. I was locked in the tank… unlawfully, I’ll remind you.” He grins, laying down double aces and claiming them with a triumphant flourish.

“I’m not talking about prison. You conveniently left Enzo and me to handle a shootout all by ourselves.” My tone is teasing, but I know the truth—He and Luca were securing a new vehicle that wasn’t riddled with bullets.

Jax sets his cards down, his playful expression hardening into something serious.

“Jax, I was only teasing,” I say quickly, reaching for his hand.

“I don’t tease when it comes to the people I love being safe.” His voice is steady, but there’s an edge of intensity. He squeezes my hand gently. “We didn’t get a call, and the club’s silent alarm didn’t alert us, or else we would have fought through hell to get to you. We paused on the bridge, seeing the smoke from the club, and tried to call you both.”

Enzo shifts in his seat, his jaw tightening as he exchanges a glance with Jax and me. “But I pushed the silent alarm myself. Are you telling me someone disabled it before the attack? How would they have had the time?”

Luca’s fingers freeze on his keyboard. He looks up from his laptop, his face hardening as if processing something monumental. Then he returns to his screen, his fingers flying faster across the keys. After a few moments, he mutters a curse under his breath and slams the laptop shut.

We all stare, waiting for him to explain.

“There was a blackout net cast over the whole fucking town,” Luca finally says, his voice low and steady. He pushes the table away and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What is a blackout net?” I ask, throwing out the first olive branch since his apology this morning.

Luca’s eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the entire world feels like it pauses. He clears his throat, his gaze unwavering. “It’s a digital net. A hacker’s tool that blocks all signals from coming in and going out. Calls, texts, everything. It’s invisible. Completely undetectable.”

“So how did you figure that out if it’s invisible?”

Luca’s jaw tightens, the weight of his next words evident in his posture. “Because… I invented it.” He leans back slightly, letting the revelation hang in the air. “And I only showed one other hacker how to do it.”