Page 1 of Ferocious Nightmare

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No one atethe blood-stained cake.

It’d been three hours since Coulter boldly declared to the whole mafia world that we were engaged, including to me, at Rose’s wedding to his brother.

As soon as the announcement hit, Nero flew into a drunken fit, throwing lobster and wine glasses across the room and pushing tables over. Like a damn toddler.

Coulter immediately reacted. Jumping to his feet, he shoved me into Dante’s arms, who forcibly extracted me from the dining hall and into this room, locking me inside.

And now, I was pacing like a restless tiger.

The buzz from the rich wine, opulent food, and my orgasm was gone and, instead, replaced with anger.

I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. Those stormy blue seas, the ones that looked exactly like Bourbon’s, sitting atop the wedding cake like a trophy.

Now both he and my sister were missing.

Whose eyes did those belong to? If Nero—

I could barely think the thought, but I forced myself to confront reality.

If Nero killed Rose and Bourbon, I was going to do anything in my power to take him down. Even if my last step was to shove a machete in his neck, that would be my mission in life.

Deciding I was done with being locked up, I marched back to the door, ready to demand they let me out. As soon as I raised my fist to pound on the door, it flew open. I jumped back to avoid being hit, just as Coulter strode inside.

I expected contrition. A flash of guilt on his face.

I mean, if we were going for fantasies here, I’d love the man get down on his knees, press his smexy lips to the tips of my toes and beg me to forgive him. To apologize for getting me off in a room full of people while simultaneously announcing to them that we were engaged.

Then trail after me, kissing the ground I walked on as I rescued Rose and Bourbon from their cages, double-slapping Nero across the face like they did in the soap operas, and rode off into the sunset with them on a white horse.

Instead, all I got was a smug-faced Coulter with angry eyes.

"Where's my sister?” I was just sick to my stomach, thinking something bad had happened to her. "I want to see her."

He shook his head. "It's too late. She's gone."

I inhaled a sharp breath, stuttering as an anvil of weight landed on my chest. I couldn’t breathe. "She's gone?"

His golden eyes studied mine. “Yes.”

A strange wail ripped from my lips, and I clasped my hand to my mouth, on the verge of panicking. I shook my head. "No. It can't be true." I lowered my hand, straightening my spine as I stared into his golden eyes. "I'm going to kill him."

Coulter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Who?"

"Nero, of course!"

"For what?"

"Oh my God, Coulter, you just told me Nero killed my sister."

His face hardened. "Nero didn't kill Rose."

"But you..." I shook my head, not understanding. I wanted to grab his shoulders and shake the information from him. "You just said-"

“Stop talking.” His palm landed on my chest as he firmly pressed me into the wall. The movement was rough and angry, his eyes storming as he leered down at me. "You betrayed me."

"I didn't-”

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