Page 72 of The Devil's Deal

My office door flies open.

“What the fuck happened, man?” Dante asks, Enzo behind him.

Dante’s office is right next to mine, and my other brother must’ve been with him when I lost it.

I grind my teeth, my breaths deep. Heavy.

They both take a seat on the black leather sofa, leg crossed over the knee.

“He texted,” I spit out. “He threatened all of us.”

Dante releases a low chuckle. “Good. It means we got to him.”

I fist my palm, slamming on my desk. “We can’t underestimate him.”

Dante raises a palm, sitting back as he winces, the left arm probably still hurting from the wound. “All right, brother. I know. But we can’t let him get to us, either. We’ll get him. All of them. For Dad and Matteo. They’ll fucking pay.”

“He has no idea we know where he is,” Enzo adds. “I can’t wait to see the look on his ugly face when he sees us pull up there, guns blazing.”

I suck in a harsh breath, rubbing a hand down my face. They’re right. I can’t allow him to get a hold of my emotions. The worry for my brothers is crushing, and sometimes when I close my eyes, the fear that I’ll watch them die too takes over me until it consumes my every thought.

As the older sibling, I’ve gotten used to being like a father figure in their life, and protecting what’s left of my family is a job I take seriously.

Dante stands to retrieve the phone I threw, flipping it around. “Shit, it still works, minus the crack on the screen.”

“Considering the impact it took, I’ll take it.”

I’m not getting another burner just to give that piece of shit the number. He’ll not be hearing from me, unless it’s with violence. Dante hands me the phone, and I slip it back into my pocket.

“You guys can’t come to the charity event in a few days.” I change the subject.

Enzo looks at me all pissed. “What the fuck, man? Why?”

“Chiara,” Dante answers.

I nod. She’ll definitely recognize Enzo with his green eyes. I can’t risk it.

Every year, Tomás hosted a charity event to sponsor a different organization benefiting kids. This year, it’s a children’s hospital in the city. We bring in a lot of donors, and it’s an event the rich look forward to.

“I was counting on bringing some fine-ass women home that night,” Enzo grumbles.

“Don’t you have a stripper who needs your attention?” Dante asks, facing him with his arms folded against his chest.

“The woman doesn’t even like me, and when she talks, it’s to cuss me out.” He smirks. “There’s something going on, though.” His eyes turn thoughtful, and he takes a brief pause before speaking again. “She told me I had to let her go, or Faro will hurt someone she loves.”

“Who?” My forearms lean onto my desk.

“I have no idea. But I’ll find out if she’s lying, one way or another.” There’s a ferocious glint in his eyes, and I have no doubt my brother will.

Just then my cell rings—my real one—and I see Miles’s name on the caller ID.

Chiara.

Concern for her grips at me and I answer immediately.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“Sir, we’ve got a situation at home that needs your immediate attention.”

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