Page 31 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

Marco glanced down at me, gaze traveling from my eyes to my lips, then back up.

“Marco,” Cristian sneered, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him inside the room. He turned to me. “Watch yourself, principessa. I know you’re trying to get on my fucking nerves for some ungodly reason. You piss me off one more fucking time, and it won’t be Marco I take it out on.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I asked, arching a brow.

He snatched me by the throat and pulled me closer. “It’s a fucking promise, Roxie.”

When he pushed me away, I growled at him and stormed down the hallway toward the bar. The bartender poured me a white sangria and placed it in front of me. I sipped it slowly, not wanting to get drunk off this thing tonight and make a complete fool out of myself again.

A petite woman with huge breasts jumped onto the seat next to me. “Hi, Roxie.”

I glanced over at her and arched a brow. “Do I know you?”

“No, but Cristian does,” she said.

Instead of giving this girl another moment of my time, I turned back to the bar and glanced over at a couple of guys being handsy with a girl who looked beyond uncomfortable. One of the men leaned closer while the girl laughed awkwardly and gave a tense smile.

Biting my lip, I itched to go over there and punch the man right in the nose. I had so much anger pent-up inside me that it was hard to think straight. I wanted to take it out on someone, and apparently, taking it out on Cristian would be a bad idea on my part. And besides, no girl should ever feel that uncomfortable.

After waving the bartender over, I leaned over the bar. “Watch that girl, please.”

The bitch who knew Cristian grabbed my arm and yanked me back. “Did you hear anything that I just said to you?” she sneered at me, her fake hot-pink nails digging into my forearm and definitely leaving little marks.

“Excuse me?” I asked, ready to fucking snap. “Take your hand off me before I do it myself.”

“Stay away from Cr—”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Alessa?” Cristian asked, pulling me off the barstool and behind him. “I told you that you weren’t welcome here unless you were with my sister. Now, get out of my club, or you will be escorted out.”

Alessa jumped off the stool and went to trail her nasty fingers up Cristian’s abdomen, but Cristian caught her wrist.

“Out. Now,” he said through clenched teeth.

Alessa hummed to herself, crossed her arms over her chest, and stormed out of the club.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Nobody you need to worry about.”

“I think I do,” I said. “She left claw marks in my forearm.”

“I’ll take care of her. Now, come with me and don’t make this difficult,” Cristian said, grabbing my hand.

I yanked my hand away from his, held it to my chest, and reluctantly followed after the man I hated the most. We walked all the way down the hallway to his office, but instead of slipping inside of it, we continued toward the back door.

Marco opened the door for us. I walked out into the back alley and eyed the sleek black car that was owned by none other than Cristian. Cristian opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to get into the car.

“No questions,” Cristian said before I could speak. “Get in.”

I growled to myself and slid into the passenger seat. After he got into the car with me, I glanced over at him, brow furrowed.

“Where are we going?” I asked him despite him telling me not to.

He tightened his hand around the steering wheel. “Boston.”

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