Page 64 of Twisted Games of Revenge

I place a hand on his chest, trying to stop him. “I don’t think you understand how serious this is, Alex. We both know what happens when the girls he pays to help him don’t come through with the goods.” I motion having my throat slit, my insides churning at the thought.

His hand comes to my throat, his fingers closing around it as he lifts me and presses me into the mirror. My legs instinctively wrap around his body. “We can’t have that.” He looks at me, his eyes filled with a combination of love and lust that does things to me, especially with his hand around my neck. “Guess I will just have to run for mayor then.”

I feel my eyes go wide. “What the fuck, Alex?”

“I knew it was coming, princess; me and the boys have had time to plan our reaction. For now, we go with it. Play Papa’s game. Take over one thing at a time until he has nothing left. We know you have your plan and we’re all for it. But we have our own.”

“You’re starting to scare me,” I warn him.

“Trust me, princess, everything will work out for the best.” He undoes his fly, and in one swift move, he shoves my panties out of the way and thrusts inside of me.

“Fuck, Alex. What the hell has gotten into you tonight?” His hungry eyes bore into me, and he lowers his face closer, his lips meet with mine, and he kisses me like his life depends on it. Something was going down here before I arrived. There is a charged tension in the air, and I can fucking feel his desperation in the way he thrusts into me, like he’s claiming me for the first time.

He pulls away from our kiss, his forehead meeting with mine. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls, fucking me harder, my back hitting against the solid mirrored wall behind us.

I dig my nails into his back, taking every deep pump. I have no clue what’s gotten into him, but if he needs to fuck it out, I’m here for it.

When he finishes filling me up. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, in a more tender way that I’m not expecting. I stare up at my poor broken man, wondering how I help right now. “I love you,” I whisper, not sure if he needs to hear it right now, but I know I need him to know no matter how fucked up all this gets, he is mine and I am his.

He lowers his head, closing his eyes for just a second. When he opens them, his mask is gone. He’s the man I have been getting used to seeing, the real Alex, not the man he pretends to be around everyone else. “There’s an issue with some of your papa’s men,” he grumbles, a hand running through his hair.

“Marco?”

“No, Enzo. He’s causing trouble, and the Havardi people aren’t happy about it. They want Marco’s help, but there isn’t a lot he can do while he’s still hiding out from Enzo. He shouldn’t have even come here tonight, but without you, he’s getting desperate.”

I lace my hand with his, staring deep into his eyes, grateful I’m not on the outside anymore and he finally trust me. “Thank you for letting me in. You could have brushed me off tonight. Your honesty means everything to me.”

A gunshot rings out, sharp and loud, followed by a chorus of terrified screams that pierce the air. I jump, my fingers digging into Alessandro’s arms in fright.

My eyes shoot wide. “Was that what I think it was?”

He pulls out of me then lowers me to my feet and fastens his pants.

I fix up my panties and throw my dress back on.

Pulling a gun from behind his back, he rushes to the door. “Stay behind me,” he calls back to me, holding a hand out for me to take.

I run to catch up with him as he opens the door to the hallway, gun drawn. He looks from left to right then moves back in the direction of the club. I follow closely behind him, gripping his hand. What was a busy club when we entered the private room is filtering out quickly. And I know for sure it was what we thought. A gun being fired right here in the boys’ club.

We move toward the mezzanine railing and peer over. There, just to the side of the dance floor, is a man’s body lying lifeless. “Fuck,” Alessandro curses, running a hand through his long hair.

From our bird’s-eye view, I can see the boys clustered together near the dance floor, no sign of the shooter.

Geovani appears behind us. “Two men down. The first, Detective Carillon, the second, one of our guards who chased the masked gunman.”

Detective Carillon, isn’t that a good thing? I’m sure he was one of the men on the list.

“Go check out the video footage, I’ll deal with the mess downstairs,” Alex tells Geovani.

Alex kisses me quickly. “Go with Geovani, I don’t want you out of his sight until we locate the cunt who did this.”

My heart races like crazy. I go to argue with him and tell him I want to be involved, but there is a haunted look in his expression that tells me just how serious this is. They all believed we would be safe here in their club and then this happened. It’s shaken him up. I kiss him quickly, then he takes off for the stairs.

Geovani’s arm comes around my shoulders, and he guides me into Alex’s office then locks the door behind us. He moves to sit at his desk and types in his password like he’s done it a million times before. “Come sit with me, Red.”

I take his outstretched hand and position myself on his lap, watching as he brings up the live feed of the club surveillance. “Alex just trusts you with all this now?” I ask, surprised.

The sideways look he gives me tells me it’s more complicated than that. He clicks on one video in particular, the camera that was focused on the dance floor, and blows it up big, rewinding till the time of the shooting. “Fucking hell,” he grumbles under his breath.

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