Page 89 of Twisted Games of Revenge

I shrink back into my seat. He hates me. My own brother. Sadness overwhelms me. He’s the only family I had left, and even he only wants me for what he can take from me. How he can manipulate me in to giving him what he wants. “Bullshit. I saw your face the day you realized what my papa created. Youlooked like you had seen a ghost. Before that, neither of you had any fucking idea how smart he was or what he was doing behind your backs. You’re a greedy fucker, just like your papa. And I will never give you what you want. Keep throwing your threats at me, I don’t give a flying fuck,” I scream at him.

Without warning, Marco’s hand connects with my face, and it takes me a second to realize my brother, the person I loved more than anything in the world, just fucking slapped me. “You spoiled little fucking brat,” he snaps, anger radiating off him.

My eyes narrow into slits as I blink back tears, the sting of my face burning, but that’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The pain of knowing someone I loved so dearly could do this to me.

A sharp knock echoes through the room, and a well-dressed man in a dark suit steps inside. He has papers in his hands and a stern look on his face. “We have a problem with the paperwork, boss.”

Marco moves smoothly through the room, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet as he approaches the man. He meticulously reviews the papers, as the man points out each issue with a critical eye. Marco cracks his neck then glances back at Enzo, sharing a brief, meaningful glance that tells me he’s not happy.

“Fuck,” Marco curses running a hand through his long hair. He shoves the papers in Enzo’s direction, then strides back to me. “How the fuck did you get him to do it?” He’s murderous, anger radiating off him.

Enzo looks just as furious as he scrunches the papers up in his fist. His round face glowing red and his eyes narrowing in on me in a way that scares the shit out of me.

I stare up at him, not sure what to do. I have no clue what he’s talking about. “Do what?” I spit back.

He shoves the papers in my face, but I can’t read them, they’re all scrunched up and way too close.

The suited man moves into view. “The businesses aren’t just in your name now that you’re married to Alessandro Moretti.”

Married? I almost want to laugh. Alessandro is still protecting me. He fucking knew Enzo was up to something and how important it would be that we get married. I try not to show my shock. This could be the loophole I need to stop Enzo getting his hands on what my papa created. And for once, I’m grateful for the boys controlling shit.

“No one can find out about this. The paper trail needs to fucking be destroyed,” Marco spits at Enzo, like a child having a tantrum.

Enzo nods, and I realize he’s the one taking orders from Marco, not the other way around. “I will take care of it. We need to go to plan B.”

Marco stares at him for a beat, considering his suggestion, then slowly nods, agreeing.

A terrible sinking feeling comes over me. What the hell is plan B?

A loudwhoop-whoopslices through the air. Looking over Enzo’s shoulder, through the picture window I spot a helicopter descending toward the estate. My heart bursts with hope. Have the boys worked out where I am? I remember I still have the tracker attached to my ankle where I put it this morning. The detectives didn’t take it off me when they did the search. They didn’t even look that far down my leg.

Marco glances over his shoulder toward Enzo, losing his cool edge. They didn’t account for the boys showing up.

“Go deal with Alex, I’ll get her out of here,” Marco calls another order to Enzo. I watch him, the way he holds himself with so much confidence, and I distinctly remember the lawyer calling him boss. Is he in charge now?

Both Enzo and the dude who came in with the paperwork stride out of the room, leaving me with just my traitorous brother.

My eyes, burning with fury, fix on him. Memories of us growing up together, the calls he used to make to me when I was away from home. The pain etched on his face when we found or ma dead in her bathroom. I used to mean something to him, I know I did. “How could you do this to me?” I whisper through my pain.

His head drops. “If you’d just married Alex in the first place you would have been fucking safe. You brought all of this upon yourself, being the stubborn little brat you are.”

I stare back at him, confused and so hurt. “But you got me out of there, you helped me escape,” I throw back at him, needing to make sense of this.

“Maddox helped you escape. I teamed up with Geovani to ensure I would get what I was owed. Don’t you get it, Lana? It doesn’t matter how hard you fight to try and bring Enzo down, he will always come out on top, and I want to be left standing on the right side of this fight in the end. Richer than I ever could have hoped to be.” The smug look of satisfaction on his face makes him look crazy, and I realize this side of him has always been lurking just beneath the surface. It probably only took a few suggestions from Enzo and he was right there.

“What about Dani?” I ask in a sudden whisper. I find myself worrying about her safety. Where does she fit into all of this?

“Dani was very useful.” He chuckles darkly.

My eyes fly back to him. “What do you mean was?”

Something dark flashes in his eyes, and a sick feeling comes over me. It was never Dani I couldn’t trust, it was him, and he was using her. “Marco, what did you do?”

“You will find out soon enough. Her fate is much the same as yours now. We have worked out the best way to get rid oftroublemakers like you, Lana. I really do wish you had chosen to listen to me in the first place. We could have avoided a big fucking mess. I might be just like my papa, and in truth, I take that as a compliment, but you’re just like our ma, a little whore who does nothing but bring shame and trouble to our family name.”

His hurtful words cut deep. I fight against my restraints, wanting to lash out at him and hurt him the way he’s destroying me. But the rope only cuts deeper into my wrists and ankles. There is nothing I can do.

His hand comes to my chin. “You’re lucky you have such a pretty face, little sister, or Enzo probably would have killed you already.” That’s all he says before he covers my mouth with a white cloth.

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