Page 37 of The Devil's Secret

As we walk away, I hear his hushed words, probably thinking I can’t hear a thing as he talks with a man beside him. But I hear it all.

“Do you realize who we have?” he tells him.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s the Bianchi brothers’ favorite toy. She makes them a crap ton of dough.”

My hands tighten into fists, my eyes narrowing. How dare he say that about me.

“What do you wanna do with her?”

“I’m gonna keep her,” he says on a laugh. “What better way to fuck with them? We burn their club and take their favorite girl.”

“What!” I utter with a huff.

But they both ignore me, like I’m an invisible ghost.

“Fine,” the man grates. “She stays with you.”

“Hell no!” I yell. “I’m not staying with him!”

If Faro finds out Enzo has me, I’m as good as dead. He’ll think I talked about the members-only club, then he’ll kill my son. I have to be back home in case they check.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Enzo chuckles. “I have a feeling she and I will havelotsof fun together.” He roughly pulls me against his side.

I groan, the anger permeating my every cell as I stare ahead.

I’ll figure out a plan. I will get out of this.

I know fighting him right here is no use. He’s going to have me no matter what I do. I’m well versed in knowing when to battle and when to play dead. I’ll play this game until he’s the one lying on the ground with a dagger in his chest, the one I’ll put there.

Then, I’ll find my boy and we’ll run until we can’t run anymore, even if I die trying.

CHAPTERELEVEN

ENZO

With my brothersback in their own homes, I drag a fighting Joelle to mine.

“Let me go!” she screams, clawing my arm. But I take every ounce of pain, ignoring the useless fight burning inside her.

I didn’t need to take her. I could’ve gotten her safe passage out of here, somewhere the Bianchis would never find her, but I was too selfish for that. I want her all to myself. That shit I told Dom, about her being valuable to the Bianchis, I don’t give a fuck about any of it.

It was all bullshit, a way to cover up the reason I had to take her—because I fucking missed her. She messed with my head, my damn heart, but still—shit. She has me.

I have to know if anything between us was real. A part of me doesn’t buy that she’d be so callous. No one is that convincing, or maybe I’m just a fucking idiot who let a woman crawl under his skin and poison his mind.

I hope her boyfriend, or whoever he was, misses her because he’ll never see her again. I’ll make sure of it.

If the Bianchis think she talked, they’ll kill her. She’s gotta know that. If she doesn’t, she’ll learn soon enough. Her only option will be to hide under a new identity, one I can provide her with.

“Joelle, it’s me. Stop fighting like I’m your fucking enemy,” I grit as I finally get her up the steps and into my house, kicking the door closed with my foot.

My men are stationed inside the premises, every door with multiple bodies, guarding, watching, making sure the Bianchis don’t think twice about coming anywhere near where we live. Not that they know where we are. We purchased our homes under an LLC.

My brothers and I all live right next to one another, each owning his own mansion in our small, gated block. The homes are separated by acres of land and my brothers’ houses are right next to mine. We know the few neighbors we have, but they keep to themselves. Lucky for them.

“I don’t know you at all!” Her breathing makes her chest rise heavily as I maintain my hold on her. “Who the hell are you, really? How about we start there?” She yanks her arm out of my grasp and I let her.

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