Page 63 of The Devil's Deal

“Do you realize who we have?” he whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s the Bianchi brothers’ favorite toy. And she makes them a crap ton of dough.” I can see the gears turning in his brain.

“What do you wanna do with her?”

I already know the answer to my question.

“I wanna keep her. What better way to fuck with them? We burn their club and take their favorite girl.”

“Fine. She stays with you.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I have a feeling she and I will havelotsof fun together.” The smile on his face is deadly as he yanks her closer to his side.

She groans with displeasure, refusing to look at him, staring straight ahead at my men.

Once I get Dante into the van. I return to the club with a few of the men and burn every inch of that place until it goes…

Boom.

Chapter Eighteen

Chiara

I gasp,instantly jumping to a sitting position from the thunderous bang somewhere close, waking me from the dead of sleep.

I clutch my chest with both hands, my heart racing with quick beats, ricocheting within my body. Glancing out the window, I find the thick cloud of darkness still covering the night sky.

My breaths leave in rapid bursts as my trembling hands lift the comforter off my body.

Who could that be? Is it Brian? My father? Maybe he found out I gave up his location and sent someone to kill me.

Thud.

A footstep causes the floor to creak.

My eyes bulge, my body running with an icy chill while my heart slams with every breath, almost exploding from within.

I slowly swing my feet out of the bed and just sit there.

Unable to move. Frozen in time.

Ice cold.

Shivering.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The stomping footsteps get closer. I find the courage to get up, tiptoe across the floor, and lock the door, leaning my ear against it to see if I can hear any voices.

Nothing.

Whoever it is has stopped moving. The wooden floor creaks again.

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