Page 68 of Twisted Games of Revenge

Maddox’s smirk is cruel and twisted in a way that sends a shiver down my spine and makes me love him just a little more than I did this morning. Maddox is one scary motherfucker when he wants to be, and this man is responsible for taking his mother from him. He’s as good as dead already. “Been waiting my entire life for this very moment, temptress.”

“I bet you have.” I pop up on my toes and kiss him quickly, right as the doctor starts banging down the door to the office we’re all in.

“Let me in, you fucking little prick,” he bellows as he pounds on the door.

Alessandro moves to let him in, while Geovani stands in my way, as if I need protecting. I offer him a lopsided smile. “Not now, Geo,” I tell him so he will back off. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I don’t want to be protected by anyone.

“I hope you weren’t referring to me, Doc?” Alessandro says smugly as he lets him inside the control room, closing the door and locking it behind him with a deafening click.

“Where’s Enzo?” He looks between us, trying to work out exactly what’s going on.

Maddox circles him, looking more psycho than I think I have ever seen him, and it makes him hot as hell. “He’s a little tied up at the moment. If you have any concerns you would like addressed, I’m sure one of us can help you.”

Apparently, he’s into bondage, according to the updates from Jagger. I cringe at the thought not wanting details about what he’s up to, it turns my stomach, but at least it’s keeping him out of our hair for as long as possible.

The doctor’s eyes are wide, flicking around the room from one of us to the next, searching for answers. “Did you lot see what the fuck just happened to me down there? The game was rigged. Silver was cheating.”

I move toward him, his eyes widening slightly as if noticing me for the first time, a look of surprise crossing his face. Then his attention returns right back to Alessandro and Maddox. But I don’t let that stop me from saying what I want to. “Think you need to get your story straight. Did your opponent cheat or was the game rigged?” I ask, my voice so sickly sweet I almost want to vomit myself.

His attention drifts back to me, his eyes meeting mine with annoyance. “What the fuck? You let your whore in the control room? Does Enzo know about this?”

Maddox moves in until he’s inches away from the doctor’s face, his body rigid and ready for a fight. “You call her a whore again and you will regret it.”

I move around the room back toward Alex, lacing my hand into his hair, tugging on the ends as I rise up to kiss his lips. He runs a hand down my back, landing on my ass with a squeeze, before I turn back to the men waiting for us. There’s so much tension in the room it feels as though something is about to explode. “I don’t really think it’s relevant if Enzo knows how Alex chooses to run his business,” I say, making it perfectly clear who the fuck is in charge around here these days, and it’s not his fucking friend.

“What the hell is going on here? Where the fuck is Enzo?” He looks around the room, trying to get a response from one of the boys, but they’re quite happy to have me take charge of this.

With a soft smile, I gaze toward Maddox, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. The gentle pressure of his hand in mine sends a thrill up my arm, before I brush my lips against his stubbly cheek. “You want to find our guest a chair, big guy.”

He circles to the back of the room, locating an unoccupied chair, which he quietly positions behind the doctor.

I inch closer to the doctor, our chests nearly touching, my gaze unwavering as I stare into his eyes. We haven’t broken him yet. He still believes there is a way out of this. “Sorry, you just get the five of us.” I shove him backward, a sharp, forceful push against his chest that makes him stumble. “Now why don’t you take a seat; we need to have a little chat.”

He looks past me. “Alessandro Moretti, have your papa come to me now, or face the consequences. There has been foul play here tonight, and you all fucking know it. I want my money returned to me.”

The room vibrates with laughter as our eyes meet, each of us amused by his arrogant swagger, the sound echoing off the walls.He stares, dumbfounded, at the scene before him, completely unprepared for what he’d walked into.

“Enzo won’t save you tonight.” I shove him back harder this time, so he’s forced to take a seat.

Tripping, he collapses heavily into the worn leather chair. It’s the first time he looks up at me with some sort of respect, if you can call it that. These men don’t seem to have any real respect for women. Most of them, anyway. I’m starting to see my men are different; they really would do anything for me. And the doctor has just worked out I’m someone important. “Why should these men help you when you were the one who stole so much from them?”

His eyes go wide under my accusation. He knows what it means to be on the wrong side of a Moretti, and I think the other fucking shoe just dropped for him. “I didn’t steal anything. I’m the one who was robbed here tonight, and I will make sure every last fucker down there knows about it.”

With a deliberate stride, Maddox plants himself in front of the pathetic man, the silence amplifying the doctor’s fear. Maddox’s glare turns icy as he runs his eyes down the man, the muscles in his arms tensing as he crosses them over his chest. He’s a big man, mighty intimidating, and one you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.

A subtle shift in Dr. Northgate’s gaze, from me to Maddox, gives nothing away; his face remains a cool mask. But he has to know by now why he is here.

“Really? Can you honestly look at Maddox and lie right to his face, telling him you didn’t steal anything from him?” I ask, more seriousness in my voice this time. I don’t know why, but I want this piece of shit to admit to us all what he’s done. Look at the boy he stole so much from and atone for his sins. It’s too late, of course, but part of me thinks Maddox needs this. And I want it for him.

Maddox’s fist lands with a sickening crack, the sound echoing through the room as the doctor’s head snaps violently to the side, a splattering of blood flying from his busted lip.

The doctor sucks in a labored breath, clutching at his face. “Who fucking told you?” He spits blood toward us, and I jump out of the way, not wanting to be splashed in the blood of a dead man. “You’ve all set me up, Moretti.”

Alex joins me, with an arm draped over my shoulders. “We didn’t have to do anything. You brought this on yourself, losing tonight and siding with a man you had to know would give over your name the first chance he had to clear his,” he says, just like we talked about. Make the doctor think his old friend has turned on him.

I feel Ricky right behind me. His hand slides up my side, starting at my hip, and it trails all the way up, before he pulls me back to him for a kiss. I don’t get how he’s so turned on by all this, but the man is ready to jump my bones right now. I pull back from him with a smirk that tells him to behave.

“I guess the power and money wasn’t enough after all. You kept searching for the next high to fill the empty void you carry around. After all, doctors are supposed to help people, right, Ricky? Not kill them.” I stare up at my beautiful man, knowing that should have been his life. Helping people, not this shit.

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