Page 65 of Inferno

He nods.

“I know.”

Fuck, what doesn’t this guy know?

“You know my blood type?”

“O negative.”

I chuckle and finish the remains of my drink.

It’s a no brainer. Its genius, is what it is.

“How do we move forward?” I ask, resting my calf on my thigh.

“You purchase the factory, I will remain a silent investor. We work together in partnership to get it up and running.”

Flashbacks of last night whirl through my brain.

The chocolate milkshake.

The way she looked up at me through her thick lashes.

Her taste on my tongue still.

Decadent.

Her voice fills my head.

“Decadent. That’s what we call the chocolate factory. The brand.”

Enzo’s eyes light up.

“I like that.”

I nod. But it needs more of a flair. I tap my finger on my chin and a grin forms on my lips.

“So do I. But actually, Decadence sounds better.”

My skin almost itches, feeling her scratches on my back. I can still smell her sweet scent. And that little niggling pain in my chest returns at the fact she left.

“You good?”

I shake my head, trying to rid that beautiful heartbreaker out of my mind.

“Yes. Sorry.”

It’s almost like he knows as he leans forward.

“There is no room for distractions here, Declan. I’ve seen it go wrong, I’ve lived through it too. Our game here, it’s dangerous. Much worse than what you deal with in Ireland.”

A shiver runs down my spine.

“The people I intend to test at—” He pauses. “—Decadence, will be the worst scum on the earth. We treat it as a means to an end. But Romeo and I will teach you the ropes as we go. You see, there is a clear order within my empire, one that is expanding rapidly throughout the states now. I need you.” He taps his head. “In the fucking game twenty-four, seven.”

“I will be. We are ready.”

He leans back, pulling a cigar from a tin, offering me one.

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