Page 14 of Devil Mine

Arturo gets to his feet and joins me on the balcony. “We need to leave. You’re going to get us killed.”

“You knew that was a possibility when you signed on to be myconsejero.” My gaze scans the crowd. “Plus, I have no plans on dying tonight.”

“Fuck yes, let’s do this,” Marco exclaims, jumping excitedly beside me, his bloodlust needing satiating. “I’ve been here before, I’ll get the back room ready and see if I can find Dadurian.”

“Thiago, think about this,” Arturo implores.

“I am,” I answer, eyes scouring the crowd looking for the man whose photo I spent hours studying since seeing it last night.

Arturo probably says something in response.

If he does, I don’t hear it because at that very moment my eyes land on pink.

A pink dress in the crowd, shining like a beacon as brightly in a nightclub as it had in her office space.

It’sher.

Unexpectedly, like a mad twist of fate, she’s here. Dancing with abandonment, arms above her head, neck thrown back, pleasure stamped across her features as her body undulates to the beat of the music.

Lust slams into me like a runaway train, with no more warning than it had last time. I’m immediately enthralled and unable to look away. Is that the face she makes when she comes, I wonder?

I intend to find out.

Sex has always been merely transactional for me; a way to release some tension with whoever was willing and available, no names, one and done, no strings attached.

And now I’m imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck her. How I’m going to bend her over my desk and pound into her until her hips are bruised. How I’m going to take her against the wall and watch as her eyes glaze over before she shatters around me. How I’m going to force her to her knees and shove my cock so far down her throat that she’ll feel me for days.

Scanning the people around her, I realize with annoyance that I’m not the only one who’s noticed her.

Suddenly shooting into the crowd doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea anymore. Turo won’t be happy, but I’ll be satisfied no other fucker will put his hands on her and that’s all that matters.

I don’t understand my reaction to her. Inexplicably, she’s a distraction. One I don’t need. She’d distracted me when we were dealing with Alex Noble.

I swear that I could smell faint traces of her perfume, almost like it’d followed me into his office. It had taunted me, engrossed me to such an extent that I’d sat quietly and watched Marco have his way with him for the first twenty minutes we were dealing with him.

Since then, she’s randomly popped back into my mind and pulled my focus away from the task at hand. I nearly got shot in the chest last week because of my inattention.

And now here she is again, the lady in pink.

She throws her head back and laughs. Something ugly and possessive pulls at my lower stomach. I want that blonde hair spread out on my pillow, her ass nuzzled on my dick as she sleeps against me.

Whatever this obsession is, I intend to follow it. I’m not one to let something, or someone, slip through my fingers once, let alone twice.

“What?” Arturo asks, seeing the captivated look on my face. “Did you find him?” His eyes follow mine and search the crowd until they find who I’m staring at. His brows furrow momentarily before recognition slackens them. He shakes his head firmly, repeatedly. “No. Fuck no. That’s a bad idea,jefe.”

I ignore the fact that he’s getting much too comfortable telling me no and focus on what’s important. Arturo has a working knowledge of the most powerful families in the UK with legitimate businesses; if he knows her that means she’s someone worth knowing.

“Who is she?”

Excitement tingles through my arms and down into my hands where they grip the railing at the potential reveal of her identity.

“Helen of Troy.”

I turn and give him an unimpressed look.

He points down into the crowd at her. “Figuratively that’sexactlywho she is,” he explains. “You’ll start a war if you mess with her.”

An intrigued smile stretches slowly across my lips as I look back at her. “Will I?”

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