Page 46 of The Devil's Deal

Chiara Bianchi is more of an enemy to me than her own father. The way she destroyed our friendship is unforgivable. We may have been young back then, but not young enough for her not to know what she was doing.

I trusted her.

Ilovedher.

But she was nothing but a liar.

My focus right now is on her father though. I’ll worry about his precious daughter after I’m done with him.

There’s a light knock on my door before Dante walks into my office at work, with Enzo on his tail. They both take a seat on one of the black leather chairs before my desk.

“How’s your wife doing?” I ask Dante with an amused tone.

“Good.” He nods with a curve of a brow. “Considering Raquel has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.”

“Poor thing,” Enzo adds. “She could’ve had me but she gets you instead.”

“You may have the looks, baby bro.” Dante winks. “But I’ve gotallthe charm.”

Enzo scoffs. “Shit, I’ve got that in the bag too. She would’ve had a much better time with me.”

Dante clasps his shoulder. “Believe me, I know just how to keep my girl entertained. And how would you have made that work, with all the women you have coming and going from your place? Or did you think you could do both?”

Enzo narrows his eyes, thinking for a moment, and shrugs. “You’re right. I’d rather get all the pussy instead of one.”

Both of these morons have women flocking to them, but Enzo is the pretty boy with those green eyes and brown hair. If he wasn’t running the company with us, he could’ve been a model or some shit.

Dante got our father’s looks, dark brown hair, and equally brown eyes. His smile has women eating from the palm of his hand. You’d never know how dangerous he can be from looking at him.

Neither of my brothers are ever starving for company, but Enzo is a different breed. At twenty-five and with more money than he knows what to do with, there are women going in and out of his house on a loop, usually together. Threesomes, or even foursomes, are very much his thing. He once fucked triplets at once. He’s very proud of himself.

Dante is only twenty-seven, but a lot more in control of his dick than Enzo.

I, too, supply my appetite. But I’m the oldest at twenty-eight, and the CEO of two brands, ours and Tomás’s, so I’m not about to get anyone pregnant. I can just see the tabloids.

“Are you even fucking her?” Enzo asks Dante, his voice sayingif you’re not, you’re a pussy.

“We’ll get there.” A cocky smile appears on his face.

Just like I’ve been keeping tabs on Chiara, Dante has been doing the same with Raquel. She’s the perfect bargaining chip if we need to use one. Unlike Chiara’s father, Salvatore actually loves his daughter.

That’s been part of our plan: I take Chiara and he takes Raquel. He’s been on her trail for a year now and has gotten to know everything he can possibly know, like the bar she likes to go to alone, especially when she’s upset. And when he saw her storm out of her parents’ house after intercepting a call with Chiara, he knew just where she’d go and beat her to it.

Dante didn’t have to take her against her will. She agreed to his arrangement, which included a lot of money and a new identity, so she can run off without the man her parents want her to marry. The only condition is she must stay married to him for three months to help him with a business deal.

But he lied. He has no plans to divorce her. With the amount of hatred the Bianchis have for us, I’m sure there’s nothing worse to them than for their flesh and blood to breed with one of us. It’s a fate worse than death. Salvatore would never allow her to marry my brother.

But marrying off his daughter to the likes of Carlito? Well, I guess that’s okay. Dante took great pleasure in knowing he’ll have the daughter of a man who thought so low of our family once upon a time.

My, how the tables have turned.

We knew Raquel was supposed to marry someone she hated. It wasn’t a well-kept secret, even if Dante hadn’t been tailing her every move.

People talked, especially at strip clubs. And Carlito wasn’t shy about telling Dante how he’s going to make her suffer for not wanting him while he had a stripper grinding on his dick. The man would tell you his whole life story while he was drunk.

Dante became his friend at the club, making sure he was there when Carlito was. Sharing strippers, paying for his bill, anything to get close enough to learn everything we may not know.

My brothers turn to me.

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