Page 154 of Inferno

It’s funny, this man has every right to kill me. In fact, he’s glaring at me as if he wants to do just that.

Yet, being in the same room as him is the most relaxed I’ve been in five years.

I suppose if anyone is going to end my life, I want it to be the man whose memory has kept me alive.

He’s become another monster in my life, wanting to drag me back to hell with him.

But that’s exactly where I want to be. He owns my heart, mind, and soul.

They say once you enter the game of decadence, you don’t come back out.

What if I don’t want to? What if I am willing to sell the remains of my soul to this devil.

He clears his throat and I look away.

“Eyes on me,” he commands. Without thinking, I do.

As he smirks, my stomach flips.

“Cat got your tongue, heartbreaker?” He pulls out his flip knife and runs the blade along his fingers.

“Jimmy?” I whisper.

He chuckles. It’s deep and menacing.

“Ebony? Brittany? Who are you today?” His tone lowers.

A shiver runs down my spine, and I bite down on my tongue until it stings.

Until I work out what the hell is going on here, he isn’t getting a thing out of me.

Is he The Master?

I’m assuming so. It all clicks into place. The link to Enzo. This is even worse than I first thought.

“You know, I could just cut that tongue out of your pretty little mouth if it’s not going to be of use to me.”

My heart hammers as I look at the knife and smack my lips closed tight.

I’m seriously fucked.

I tug on my restraints as he leans in, running the cold blade along my throat.

“Come on, heartbreaker. Give it up. Who are you?” he whispers in my ear.

“No one,” I reply.

He pulls back and frowns.

“Oh, come on. You’re important to me.” He grins.

My heart races.

“You, sweetheart, are the answer to a lot of my questions. So you have some importance. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Fuck you,” I spit out and regret it instantly.

He smiles, revealing his white teeth.

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