Page 22 of Twisted Games of Revenge

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck you,” I spit back at him, dropping the charade as angry tears well in my eyes. He fucking knew all along, that’s why he was so easily seduced by me. I should have fucking known. I go to step around him. There is no way in hell I’m staying in this room and playing whatever fucked-up game they have planned for me. I have way too many questions I need to answer, and I’m not telling them shit. Especially with Sloane in my earpiece. Oh my God, Sloane, what she must think of me right now? I cringe at the thought but part of me hopes she’s still on the line because I might just be in real trouble and need her to bail me out.

Alessandro lets me by, but as my hand reaches the door handle, someone grips me from behind, forcing me into the solid door, and I know this isn’t Alessandro. I flick my angry gaze over my shoulder to see Maddox raging like a wild bull.

“Temptress,” he growls out, his nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing in a way that scares the shit out of me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I play dumb. But I know it’s too late for that shit. The minute I made eye contact with him in the bar, I had a sinking feeling he knew it was me. But that was days ago, so I thought I got away with it.

He spins me around and shoves me back into the door, his hand clamping down around my waist, lifting me off the ground and pressing me against the solid wood frame. He stares at me, and I’m not sure if he wants to kill me or kiss me. “Don’t fucking mess with me, Harley.”

I glare back at him, trying to suck in ragged breaths, his eyes murderous.

“Let me go,” I warn him, my head feeling dizzy. This is all my fault, I know it is. I didn’t expect him to be happy with me when I saw him next, but I had hoped he would let me explain.

His hand comes to my wig, and he pulls it off my head, letting my red curls fall free. “I fucking thought so.”

“Maddox, I…” I don’t know what to say or how to explain myself. “I told you not to try and find me,” I say instead, putting it back on him, because when I see the depths of how badly I hurt him, the way he’s holding me means nothing. I did the one thing I promised him I wouldn’t and now he has every right to hate me.

He’s joined by his brothers now, the three of them crowding me. “How could you, baby doll,” comes Ricky’s sad voice. My eyes shoot to him, my heart breaking all over again hearing his pain. I didn’t want to hurt him. Or any of them. But this is the only way.

“Let her go,” Alessandro’s commanding voice fills the room, and Maddox loosens his grip on me, so I drop back to standing on my own. But the way he stalks toward me doesn’t make me feel any better. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, running around with Sloane Stryker? And attending my parents’ parties?”

“Sloane’s a friend of mine,” I say back, knowing how vapid I sound, but right now I don’t give a flying fuck. He tricked me, and I need time to come up with a fucking plan to get out of here before I end up stuck with them again.

Ricky moves to my other side, and I meet his piercing blue eyes; they’re cold and detached, and I feel the distance between us. “We have pulled this fucking town apart trying to find you because we were so worried, and all this time you were playing dress-up and hanging out with a gang member.”

Alessandro takes hold of my hands pinning them above my head. His solid body smashes me against the door. “Stay and play with us, princess,” he purrs seductively, and I know this is turning him on. He’s that fucked in the head.

But I’m not. A cold shiver runs down my spine, and I know playing with these guys tonight is the last thing I want to do when they’re like this. They’re angry and maybe they have every right to be, but they caused this just as much as I did. I fight against him in a panic, trying to buck my hips so I can kick him. Or do whatever it takes to get out of his crippling hold on me.

Alessandro doesn’t budge a bit, instead he knocks my legs out wider with his knee, making it impossible for me fight back.

He’s not affected by my hostility toward him. He grins back at me. This really is some kind of fun to this messed-up motherfucker. “Isn’t that what you told Enzo you would do?” His free hand runs down my side, gathering up the fabric of my dress until he reaches the spot where my knife sits. He slips it from the holster, his lips coming to my ear. “Seduce his son so you can be his little spy.” Anger drips off his every word. And I wonder how the hell he could hear that conversation. He flicks my blade open and moves it to trail up my arm ever so lightly. “Love the new additions. Very gangster,” he says, trailing the blade up and over my ink. “Most people don’t surprise me, Harley, but you. You’refull of fucking surprises, aren’t you? Making new friends all over the place.”

My heart races in my chest so hard I think it’s going to burst right out of it. What the fuck is he doing with my knife? He threatened me once before with what he would do if I ran from him again. Is he about to make good on his promise and actually kill me? “Get your fucking hands off me, asshole,” I seethe, bitterness dripping off every word. I buck against him, trying to get some leverage so I can escape.

Laughter vibrates through his body. “You won’t escape me this time, princess.”

I look over his shoulder to see Ricky and Maddox caging me in as well. Predators ready to eat their prey alive. They’re not going to save me from him. Not this time! They look angrier than I have ever seen them, even Ricky looks dead inside. I pushed him too far.

“Hold her,” he directs them, and I flinch in fear.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I warn them. But my words do nothing to stop them advancing on me. Maddox takes hold of one of my shoulders and Ricky the other. They drag me further into the room, my heels catching on the carpet. There is no fucking way out against three of them, they’re too strong for me.

Alessandro runs the knife up over my torso, tracing the line of my breasts ever so lightly with the tip. He sucks in a breath before stepping away from me, moving around behind the three of us. What is he doing? I feel him right up behind me, brushing my hair over my shoulder, he places a delicate kiss to my neck. I try desperately to pull away from him, panic racing through me. I don’t want to continue what we started, not like this. Not when I know how furious they all are with me. “If you’re going to kill me, hurry the fuck up and do it.”

A dark chuckle reverberates through the room. “Tell me what you really think of me, princess.” He takes my knife and holdsit to the strap of my dress, slicing right through the silky fabric, then he does the same with the other. It falls to the floor, leaving me bare. Stretched out before the three of them, completely naked. He planned this all along, he knew what he was doing removing my panties downstairs. I hate him even more.

My heart races erratically. Before tonight, I never would have thought they would hurt me, but now I’m not so sure. “What the fuck are you doing?” I cry in panic.

“Checking for a wire. It’s amazing what can be hidden these days, even under the finest of fabrics. His fingers trail over my legs and ass then up over my back.

I feel Ricky suck in a sharp breath as Alessandro reaches for the gold heart chain I have wrapped around my holster. “You were right, she didn’t take it off,” he says, glancing back to Maddox.

My heart hurts. I thought Maddox was different, but he was tracking me all along. Deep down I knew I should have left the locket in Dani’s car with all the other shit, but I couldn’t. The sentimental part of me needed to keep something from my time with them. Just like the engagement ring that’s in my backpack at Sloane’s place.

My heart sinks a little. He’s not going to find it staring at my mostly naked body, but fuck, he could find the device Malachi attached to my ear, then I really would be on my own. “What the fuck do you assholes want with me now?” I snap back angrily, trying to distract him before he locates it. I’m ready to lash out. To hurt them the way they’re hurting me by having me restrained again and taking away all control.

Ricky’s eyes meet mine, the warmth they used to hold for me is gone, and I want to cry. Want to fall apart right here, but I know I can’t. I started this, and I’m doing it for a good fucking reason; I won’t let them weaken me. I can’t afford feelings for them. I tilt my head up high, defiantly. “What do you want with us? Seemsyou’re the one making deals with the fucking devil himself,” he snaps, his voice like venom. Anger on him is the hardest to take.

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