Page 124 of Devil's Bride

“My sweet treat. Really?”

“I change it every few days.”

“Smart.” I typed it in and waited, navigating to the internet. When I pulled up Via Laietana, my skin started to crawl.

“What?”

“It’s a gaming establishment in Barcelona.”

“Okay. What does that mean?”

I closed my eyes briefly. “I need to talk to Marco.”

“Why.”

“I just do!” My hand holding the drink was shaking. “Please.”

He cocked his head and moved toward the door, opening it. “Benito. Find Marco. Bring him here.”

“Yes, boss.”

Jago left the door cracked, walking toward me. “What’s wrong?”

“Gaming. Marco is into gaming and was visiting a friend the night my father was killed and the night I was attacked in my home.”

Jago took a deep breath, lowering the glass that he’d had to his lips. When he smashed it down on the desk, I threw out my hand.

“Marco can’t know anything about it. Let me handle it.”

He snarled.

“Please.” I placed my glass on the desk, walking around the end toward him. “If you have any trust in me or care about me at all, let me talk to him. Please.”

Jago wasn’t a man who held back his anger, but I could tell he was fighting rage and urges that I couldn’t begin to understand. But he nodded, closing his eyes briefly,

I closed the distance, touching him on the arm. When I began to trace the ink on his forearm, he took a deep breath.

“Get through to him, Genevieve. Make no mistake. We are at war.”

“I know.”

We were only forced to wait a few minutes before Benito ushered Marco in. My brother’s eyes were narrowed as soon as he walked through the door.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I did my best to compose myself as I moved closer. “Your friend. The one you enjoy playing video games with. What’s his name?”

“Why?”

The boy was going to try my patience. “Because I asked you.”

“Adan. Why?”

As soon as I threw a look toward Jago, both of them stiffened. I took another deep breath, taking my time releasing it. “Via Laietana?”

“Yeah, we go there sometimes. Why?” Marco was more insistent.

I closed my eyes and all the anger and sadness, the despair I’d felt for ten days rushed through every fissure in my system. “You told him about my return home and the party Papa planned for my acceptance into the family corporation. Yes?”

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