Page 80 of Cruel Devil

“Ooh, I’d love to go clubbing,” I cut in.

When Vito sends me a scathing glare, I shrug. “What? We didn’t get in any dancing yesterday.”

“Because of O’Brien, right?” Vito slides his crossed arms over the table, leaning in to squint at me. “What took you so long, anyway? You were gone forever.”

The crumb of spiteful glee I’d scraped together dissolves. I was planning on pushing Vito’s buttons until he did something interesting—exploded, caved in, I dunno—but instead, I ended up pushing my own fucking buttons.

“Sonofabitch wouldn’t stop yakking,” I mutter, crossing my arms too, but leaning back and hoping Vito will lose interest. “You know how villains are. They all have verbal diarrhea.”

“I’m not really in a mood to go out,” Andy says, giving me a sympathetic look. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Vito studies me a moment longer, and then drains his beer. “Think I’ll just turn in for the night.”

He glances at Andy as if waiting for her to stop him, but she just nods and gives him an awkward wave.

“Yeah, fine,” he mutters, sparing me one last scowl as he shoves his chair back, before storming through the French doors.

Andy giggles. “That was mean.”

“You were in on it?” I drop my chin, chuckling. “Damn, you’re cold.”

“Probably the first time ever a girl hasn’t jumped on his dick the moment he looks in her direction.”

“Is that something you’re planning on doing in the near future?”

“Doubt it.” She shrugs. “He’s cute, but he’s in a cartel. And he’s just so..unserious.”

I stand, fussing with my hair, reluctant to join Savage upstairs.

“Heading back?” Andy asks quietly.

“I should, yeah.”

“Or…we could have a drink?”

I look over at her, smiling at how hesitant she is. “You don’t sound so sure.”

She shrugs, giving me a lopsided grin. “Ever since I’ve been back from…I dunno…” She trails off, her eyes going glassy before focusing on me again.

“Hell,” I fill in. “From the little you told me, it sounded like hell.”

“Yeah,” she breathes, slumping back in her chair like I knocked the wind out of her.

“You know what, a drink sounds pretty fucking good to me.” I look down at the table, but the only thing on here is a pitcher of cordial, and a bottle of unopened wine. We all had beers, except for Andy. She just had some cordial.

She seems just as disappointed at the lack of proper alcohol on the table.

“Is there a bar we can raid?”

I snap my fingers at her. “I know just the place.”

Chapter 26

Andy

“Geez, no wonder Mom dates cartel men. The Domingos must be loaded,” I mutter when Nyx leads me into the entertainment room.

I can’t decide whether I’m impressed or disgusted. Maybe a bit of both. The villa alone is probably worth eight figures, without all the artwork and gold-covered everything inside. The chandelier in the foyer alone could feed a small third-world country for months.

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