Page 42 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“I thought you’d be happy!” I prompted when he still didn’t speak.

I heard him exhale heavily, “What kind of car is it?” His voice was still annoyed, but I thought I could detect a trace of humor to it.

Which was something I wasnotexpecting.

“A Brabus C63 AMG Coupe. It is the new love of my life.”

Another sigh bled through the receiver, then a dry chuckle. “Good choice. Fine, you can keep the car.”

“YAY!” I all but screamed into the phone.

“I’ll see you for dinner.” He started to finish, going to cut the call.

“No wait!”

“What, Ada?” I could definitely hear humor in his voice now.

“I need to show you something.”

I pressed a few buttons on the phone, requesting a video call as I exited the office. The moment his face popped up on screen I could see he was sitting in his study back at the mansion.

Even on a six-inch screen he was intimidating.

I walked over to the Lamborghini Aventador I had seen earlier, carefully showing it to the camera before staring at him pointedly.

“What?” He asked cautiously.

“Pleeasseeeee.” I whined, putting on my best adorable face.

“No.” He scowled, and I could see his temper begin to flare.

I wasn’t expecting him to say yes. I just wanted to see how many more buttons I could push, knowing I was already dangerously close to the edge. Part of me was curious to see what would happen if I did finally push him over it… I didn’t think it was death that awaited me on the other side.

“Oh, come on! I’ll be a good little housemate and do whatever you want…” I hinted and added in a suggestive wink for good measure.

For a split second a strange expression crossed his face, but it slipped behind his familiar mask of indifference before I could make it out. “No.”

I scowled at him.

“You are forgetting that I did just buy you acar, Ada.” He was clearly running out of patience, judging by the frown etching itself into his skin.

“Actually, you bought me two.” I smiled sweetly.

I heard an audible sigh and watched as he shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“Pass me to Jesse.” He demanded.

I headed back to the office and shot Jesse a pleased smile as I handed the phone to him. The salesperson had notably made himself absent. Clearly the man knew how to handle himself around mobsters.

Marco and Jesse continued their conversation in Italian, exchanging sentences I didn’t understand, but from the Don’s tone sounded like orders being fired at Jesse.

Once they had ended the call, Jesse turned and handed me the phone with a smirk.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

I grinned, but unease quickly started to swirl in my stomach despite it, “Something like that.”

A half hour later and we were on the way back home. This time I rode with Jesse while Alonso and Tom followed behind us in their SUV.

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