Page 148 of Vicious Games

“Mmhmm,” I hum, sliding my hand between her thighs. “They’re done—but we might have to stick around. Don’t want you to start fantasizing about my twin instead of me now, do we?”

She rolls her eyes at me but then gasps when my fingers slip under her panties, checking to see how wet she is.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” she mouths, but her breath hitches as I begin circling her clit, her eyes heavy with lust again.

That’s more like it.

If my girl’s gonna get turned on by something, it’s going to be me.

But just as I’m about to make her knees weak, a loud crash and shouts from outside rip the moment away.

I was so distracted by Frankie, I didn’t even notice that Enzo and Alejandro aren’t alone anymore.

“Heathens! Savages!” comes a bellow from none other than Father McDonagh. “You dare defile this house of worship with your sinful ways?!”

I pull my hand from Frankie and shove her behind me, cracking the curtain open to see what the fuck is happening out there.

Father Donagh is storming toward Enzo and Alejandro, his face twisted with rage.

“Devils! Sodomites!” he screams, grabbing a tall, heavy, bronze candleholder, the kind used for ceremonies and worship, and swinging it hard across Alejandro’s face. Blood splatters across the floor as the young priest crumples to the ground, groaning in pain.

“Alejandro!” Enzo shouts, dropping to his knees just as Father Donagh swings again, this time hitting Enzo across the cheek. My brother falls back, stunned and bleeding, while Father Donagh keeps kicking Alejandro in the ribs, using the end of the candle holder to bash into the rest of his body.

“He’s going to kill him,” I mutter, eyes wide. I turn to Frankie and say, “Stay here. Don’t move. I have to stop that fucking madman before he kills Alejandro.”

Frankie nods, visibly shaken.

But the second I step outside, I come face to face with two things.

One, Alejandro isn’t moving anymore. And the other, Father Donagh now has his sights on Enzo.

“You dare defy God in his house?! Soil this place of worship with your sinful perverted ways? You devil! You demon! God will punish you for your lust and evil ways! I will expel the demon that dwells inside you before you can tempt another good man off his righteous path!”

“You’re insane!” Enzo cries, tears streaming down his face as he tries to wake Alejandro.

“No! What I am is a man of God! I should’ve known the devil lived in more than one Romano. But I’ll rid your kind from this earth, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Enzo is too focused on Alejandro to see Father Donagh lift the candleholder again, ready to strike him down.

“Enzo!” I shout.

But just as Enzo turns to look at the danger in front of him, we both see another figure emerging like a shadow from the darkness.

Father Donagh turns too, but too late.

“The only devil here is you,” Marcello says coldly, before snatching the candleholder from the priest’s grip and swinging it so hard against his skull that it splits open.

Father Donagh collapses to the ground. Face first. Blood and brain matter pooling beneath him.

“Fuck! What did you do?” I yell, running toward the now horrific crime scene.

When I reach them, the first thing I notice is Marcello’s eyes—no longer blue but pitch black. His usually golden features are also twisted into something monstrous. He’s still gripping the candleholder, blood dripping from it and staining his arm crimson.

“Mar,” Enzo says softly. “He’s dead. You can let that go now.”

My heart pounds as I watch my eldest brother battle whatever’s taken hold of him.

“Marcello,” I say, stepping forward. “Give it to me.”

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