Page 98 of The Devil's Deal

I take out my cell from my pocket, checking the feed upstairs, wanting to see her waiting for me on my bed. But when I open the app, I don’t see her there. I check the cameras in the hall, but they’re all off. Like they’ve been disconnected.

What the fuck?

I check the camera in Chiara’s bedroom and don’t find her there either.

Something’s wrong.

“Miles!” I shout over to him. “Kill the party quietly. Say I’ve had a family emergency.”

“Done.”

He gets on the walkie-talkie, informing all the men.

“What’s wrong, boss?” he asks with obvious concern.

“Someone may be upstairs with Chiara. I’m going up.”

“Shit.”

He radios the rest of the team, giving them the additional information, but I don’t wait for him as I run up.

If Faro’s men are here—if any of them so much as lays a finger on her—I’ll kill them all with my bare hands in front of every one of my guests, my reputation be damned.

The music stops when I reach upstairs, finding the hallway quiet. The silence swallows me as I open my bedroom, finding it empty. I don’t want to call her name and let whoever has her know I’m on to them.

Heading for her door, I gently push it open, finding no one inside. I go from room to room, finding nothing.

The panic sets in when I reach the end of the hall, and when I hear a muffled cry from one of the guest bathrooms, the panic turns into full-blown terror.

Removing the gun from my ankle, I tiptoe toward her strained voice, knowing whoever has hurt her is already dead. Once beside the door, I kick it open, almost taking it off the hinges.

My men are suddenly behind me, guns pointed at…

I see Cain’s face as he spins around, hands raised in the air, the knife in his hand falling to the ground.

My chest heaves, my face vibrating with rage as I see what he’s done to her.

Chiara’s on the floor, her dress ripped, tattered at her waist, her palms cupping her breasts as streaks of mascara run down her face whirled with tears. And that blood on her lip and jaw…

Fuck!

I rush for him with a growl. No one could stop me even if they wanted to.

Chiara whimpers as I pick him up off the floor, bashing the back of his head against the hard porcelain wall.

Letting go, I let him crumble to the floor as I land kick after kick across his stomach and then his face before I land two more to his balls.

He moans like a dying animal.

I crouch down.

“You fucking hurt her?!” I say loud enough for all to hear. “Youtouchedher?!”

He mutters something unintelligible in response.

“You’re dead, Cain. This is just a preview of what I’ll do to you.”

I pick up the knife I suspect he used on her dress. I’m too far gone, lost to the raging bloodshed coursing through me, needing the taste of vengeance to satiate the beast. It’s one thing I know how to do well.

---