Page 32 of Twisted Games of Revenge

I lean my forehead against his and close my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control. I shouldn’t have done that, but I don’t regret it for a second. I needed him every bit as much as he wanted me.

“Come home with me, baby.” His pretty blue eyes plead with me to agree, and for a second, I wish I could. But then the hormone-induced haze starts to fade, and I know I can’t.

“Not tonight.” I roll off him, needing to create some space between us. Pulling my dress back into place and adjusting my wig so it’s sitting on straight again, I rest on the leather seat beside him, not sure what to do or say next. I find his hand and lace my fingers with his, still needing to have some contact with him. “Enzo can never find out who I am. He will destroy you all.” I glance at him, fear creeping in.

His face hardens, and I know the intimate moment we just shared is over. “He won’t, we took care of it.”

“What do you mean you took care of it?”

“He thinks you’re dead because of us.”

I nod my understanding. I knew it was them, even when they were furious with me, they had the sense to fake my death so no one else could find me. They’re overprotective assholes, but even I can’t deny they can be useful at times. “Ricky, help me destroy him.”

“I want to help you, baby doll. I won’t let you pull away from me again. But you need to fix things with Maddox first, he took you leaving worse than Alessandro and me. He’s angry in a way I have never seen before, I think you broke him.”

I sigh, already knowing what he is saying is true. I could see it in his eyes. “Okay,” I agree, though I’m not sure how. “You think he will accept sexual favors as an apology this time?” I joke, trying to lighten the mood that got real somber, real fast. The image of the first time the three of us hooked up in their kitchen flashes through my head.

“Not this time, Harley. You did a real number on him. I’ve never seen him like this.”

I nod my understanding, feeling the weight of my actions bearing down on my shoulders. I knew it would be worse with Maddox; he risked everything for me, and I made promises to him I shouldn’t have. And now I have to fix the mess I created.

Chapter 14

Checking the peephole andseeing it’s Sloane, I let her into my new apartment. She waltzes through the front door with her arms piled up with linens. “What are you going to do about furniture?” she asks, placing a couple of towels and a sheet set down on the kitchen island.

I look around the mostly empty apartment I now call home. The walls are a warm white, freshly painted, with soft brown wood floors and cream carpet. Sunlight streams in through the main living room and bedroom window, and I feel like I have won the jackpot. My own space. “I have a sofa, a bed, and a box of money. What else do I need?” I laugh, not really worried.

I can’t help but smile when she laughs back at me. “I can help you gather some things and set it up properly. We’re going to have this place looking like a home in no time.”

“Thank you for everything you have done for me.”

“We all go through tough times, sis. It’s how we pick ourselves back up and get on with it that defines us, not the shit we went through.”

“Profound. I like it.” I can’t help but smirk at her, feeling a wave of gratitude for finding such a loyal friend.

“Besides, I’m selfish really. I needed a new bestie, and you showed up at the right time.” When I look back to her, she looks like she’s about to burst into tears. I have never seen her so sad.

“Shit, Sloane, I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head, trying to get her emotions in check, but it’s too late. Tears fall down her cheeks. “The motherfucker slit her throat just like he did to Macey. She was kept in cold storage then sent to me as another fucking warning.”

Ice runs through me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I wish I was. He wants my club. You need to fuck him over in the worst way possible. Take everything from him. Fucking everything, and when he’s alone, I want to be the one who ends him.”

I go to her, knowing she’s not the hugging type, but fuck, she needs something right now. I wrap an arm around her and pull her into me. “He’s as good as dead. And so is anyone else who aligns themselves with him, you have my word.”

The two of us stand like this together for a long time, trapped up in our own thoughts. Eventually she pulls back from me and seems to regain her composure, wiping her hands over her face and fixing her mascara. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”

I raise an exaggerated brow and offer her a half smile. “Really, with all of my drama you have to hear about on the daily, I think you’re allowed one moment of weakness.”

“I’m not,” she says more seriously, and I get the impression she really believes it.

A knock comes at the door, and I flinch in shock, my head so wrapped up in what we’re talking about, then look toward her, confused. She and her brothers are the only people who know I have this place. Unless that’s for the old residents. But even then, this is a secure building, they would have had to be let in.Sloane goes to answer it, checking the peephole before turning back to me. She mouths Alessandro.

I suck in a deep breath, preparing myself to deal with him. Of course it’s him. I motion for her to let the impatient asshole in.

She undoes the chain then opens the door. “What are you doing here, Moretti?” she growls, unimpressed, her normal tough-as-nails demeanor back in place.

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