Page 29 of The Devil's Secret

“Well, this is a problem.” Faro snickers from beside me as we both stare at Paulina, a thick shard of glass sticking out, punctured through the back of her neck, a pool of blood around it. Her eyes are open but there’s no life there.

I killed her.

“Wha—I,” I stammer, unable to part my gaze from her, my heart rate speeding to an abnormal pace.

“You what, hmm?”

“I—I di-didn’t mean to.” I shake my head, my throat swelling, tears on the verge of storming down my face.

“Well, you fucking did it, you stupid bitch,” he barks out, his glare as evil as the rest of him. “Not only did you cost me money, but now I have to clean this fuckin’ mess.”

“Please, Faro!” I don’t know what I’m begging for.Don’t punish my son. Don’t kill him.

His hand falls to my hair, roughly pulling it with his fist. “I should get the cops to arrest you for murder. Then, you’ll never see your son again. And he…” Faro grins. “He’ll be the new favorite. Like mother like son.”

“No.” The tears quietly rain down. “Please don’t do that. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt my son.”

“Yeah, you bet your ass you will.” He tugs, making my scalp burn. “That man from the dressing room, you make sure you never dance for him again. He’s not allowed anywhere near you. I can easily get rid of him, but…”

He releases me, moving back to the couch, and sits down. “I want you to be the one to do it. I want him to know it came from you and make it believable. Or I swear to God, I will end you and your damn son.”

“It’s done.” I breathe heavy, knowing I have no choice but to get rid of Enzo for my boy. And yet, my heart, it feels like it’s being ripped out. “I—I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, you better.” He takes a long sip of his drink. “Now get the fuck out.” He waves a hand dismissively. Then the men drag me away, while I stare one last time at the woman I murdered.

A mother.

A daughter.

A sister.

A whore.

Now a killer.

I’m all of them.

CHAPTERNINE

ENZO

Arriving at the club,I tag along with Dante, who came when Carlito texted for us to join him. I was planning on seeing Joelle whether my brother was gonna be here or not, considering I couldn’t stop by last night due to some business that needed taking care of.

Dante doesn’t know the extent of our—I don’t know what the fuck to call it. Relationship? Whatever label Joelle and I attach to us, it doesn’t matter, I don’t want my brothers to know I like her, especially Dom. He’ll think I’m distracted from our plan. But I’m not.

In six short months, we’ll enact our revenge against the Bianchis, and in the meantime, we’ve been setting everything up. Synchronized perfection. That’s what we’re after. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing we can control that is.

They won’t see it coming. Hell, they probably think we’re dead. We’ve been training for this for years now, utilizing Roger, one of our men, who owns a martial arts school. He made our body a weapon, preparing us for what’s coming.

I get out of my Royce, waiting for Dante as he gets out of his car, making it over to me.

“Maybe your girlfriend will be here tonight.” He bumps my shoulder with his, chuckling low.

“Yeah, yeah, go worry about yours. Joelle and I are friends.”

“Right, tell that to your dick.”

“What the fuck you know about my dick, bro?”

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