Page 29 of Devious Secrets

Marco DeAngelo.

Fucking Marco DeAngelo!

“I don’t know why you’re so pissed at me; I didn’t ask you to get involved. I don’twantyou involved. I want you to leave me alone.” Megan’s words burn my ears as I pull through the gates of my estate.

I should have locked her in the trunk again.

The drive from the city would have been more peaceful.

“Leaving you alone isn’t an option.” It wasn’t much of one to begin with, thanks to her stunt, but now that I know the fucking Italian mob is after her, I really can’t let her walk away.

“This has gotten completely out of hand,” she mutters and turns away, looking out her window as I pull up to the house.

Once I throw it in park, I shove open my door and jump out. I make it most of the way to her door before she has it open and climbs out.

“My bag.” She starts to walk to the trunk, but I grab her arm and tug her toward the steps leading up to the main doors.

“They’ll get it. You need to get upstairs. I have people waiting for me.” Once we’re in the foyer, Yogi greets us.

“Her bag is in the car, so be sure to get it after you park it for the night,” I tell him as I drag her toward the large winding staircase. “She’s going to be in the yellow suite. Bring it up to her,” I instruct, then tug her up the stairs.

“Wait, where is that?” She pulls on my grip. “Not that round room, is it? I won’t go back in there, Alexander.”

She slaps at me, but I don’t answer her.

She can have a fit. Hell, she can throw a whole fucking temper tantrum. I’m not going to respond.

Not because she doesn’t deserve the response I’d give, but because if I do it now, while I’m still seeing red, she will bear the marks of my anger. And I won’t harm her.

As much as I enjoy hurting her, I will never harm her. It makes no fucking sense, but something about this woman triggers my protective instincts. Not just to keep her safe from the DeAngelo bastards, but herself as well.

In the short chaotic time I’ve known her, she’s managed to grip on to me tight and I’m not sure how easy it will be for me to let go.

If I can let her go.

“Alexander, answer me.” She softens her voice as I’m dragging her down the long hallway to the bedroom beside my own.

I push the door open to the room and propel her inside. She catches herself before she falls, then glares at me.

“Answer me,” she demands, her eyes narrowed in anger, her fists tight at her sides as her foot stomps quietly against the carpeting.

“You are going to stay in here, Megan. If you step one toe out of this room before I come for you, I will strip you bare and tie you to my bed.”

She jerks back.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you keep forgetting a simple fact.” I move toward her with slow deliberate steps. With every inch closer I get, she retreats until the back of her legs hit the massive canopy bed.

I grab hold of her face, pinching her cheeks until they press against her teeth. She winces at what I’m sure is discomfort.

“You are mine now, Megan. Do as I say, and you’ll be fine. Step out of line, and you’ll learn not to do it again.” I push her back a step when I release her and head to the door.

“You have no reason to hate me so much,” she says as I grab the door handle to shut the door behind me.

“Are you going to tell me why you borrowed so much fucking money from the DeAngelo family?”

I wait, watching the wheels turn in that beautiful fucking head of hers. There’s already a pink blotch growing on her throat, telling me nothing she says will be true.

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