He took the elevator up to the suite level, already picturing her in bed, maybe reading, maybe asleep. Quiet.
The door swung open, and the picture in his head shattered.
The lounge was chaos.
–
– in full unicorn fleece, hood up, Dom was flat on his back on the carpet in a bright green T–rex onesie, laughing and shouting like a man possessed. Lola the spiraled horn jutting forward like a weapon was straddling him, knees planted on either side of his ribs, her hair spilling wild down her back. Gino had Dom’s right arm pinned to the floor, Nico had the left, both grinning like they were getting paid to assist in whatever crime this was.
“I’m telling you
– a hundred average people could absolutely take down a silverback gorilla!” Dom bellowed, chest heaving.
“They could NOT!” Lola fired back, jabbing the unicorn horn toward his nose like she meant to draw blood. “It would wipe the floor with them! Do you even know how strong they are?!”
Dom bucked his hips, trying to shake her off. “I didn’t say me! I said a hundred people
–
at the same time! They’d totally overpower it!”
Gino was red in the face from laughing. “Dom, you’re losing to a unicorn right now. Just give up.”
Nico grunted, holding Dom’s arm down when he tried to twist free. “You wouldn’t last two seconds against a gorilla, man.”
The smell of pizza grease hung in the air. The coffee table was a war zone of empty boxes, crumpled napkins, and half–drunk soda cans. The TV flickered in the background, forgotten, casting quick flashes of light over the scene like a strobe.
Enzo stood in the doorway for a long moment, the leather of his gloves creaking faintly as his hands flexed. I leave for a few hours, and this is what I come home to my men in animal pajamas, physically restraining one of their own so my woman can scream about jungle combat while riding him like she’s defending her honor in a court of law.
Lola’s head snapped up when she saw him, her grin blooming instantly. “Hey, baby! You’re home just in time–settle this for us!”
–
His gaze swept the room Gino’s barely–contained laughter, Nico’s smirk, Dom’s flushed face before landing on her. “Get off him before I show you exactly how fast one man can overpower you.”
“So… gorilla wins?”
Enzo’s mouth ticked at the corner. “People win. Every time.”
The room went still for half a second. Lola didn’t move off Dom
if anything, her grin sharpened.
“Oh, really?” she drawled. “You’re telling me a hundred random people with office jobs and bad knees could take down a gorilla?”
“Easily,” Enzo said flatly.
Gino snorted. Nico smirked. Dom’s eyes went wide – please don’t get me killed while you’re sitting on me.
She tilted her head, faux–innocent. “So what you’re saying is… you think you could take one.”
Enzo’s brow lifted a fraction. “Careful, bella.”
“What? I’m just saying… maybe the gorilla couldn’t take a hundred people, but I’m pretty sure it could take you.”
–
The jacket came off slow deliberate. The slide of fine wool over his forearms seemed louder than the TV. He folded it once, set it neatly over the back of the couch, and started rolling his sleeves.
Lola’s eyes tracked every movement, still smirking. “Oh, is this supposed to intimidate me?”
5:57 pm P PPP
Gino murmured under his breath, “You’re gonna die.”
Enzo didn’t answer. He crossed the room without breaking stride, hooked an arm around her waist, and peeled her off Dom like she weighed nothing. She twisted to face him midair, still grinning like she’d won something.
“Uh–oh,” she teased. “What’s the plan now, gorilla man? Gonna carry me off?”
“No,” Enzo said calmly. “We’re going to prove a point.”
Before she could ask, he shifted – dropping to one knee and pinning her to the carpet in a blur of movement. Wrists caught above her head in one hand, his weight caging her in, he leaned close enough for only her to hear.
“You have no idea how much trouble your ass is in later for sitting on top of him.”
Her smirk faltered–just for a second.
Then he nodded once. “Get her.”
For a beat, no one moved. Then Gino lunged for her side, Nico caught an ankle, and Dom pounced like a man avenging his pride.
“Wait-! NO!” Lola’s squeal hit a pitch only dogs should hear as fingers dug into her ribs, stomach, and knees. She kicked, squirmed, screamed with daughter until tears streaked her cheeks.
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