Page 39 of The Contract

Zver.

Two unhinged buttheads hell-bent on pressing every last one of my buttons until I’m dangling off the edge.

First, there’s Zver.

Obviously a killer. Two bodies in one night, and the man didn’t blink. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this isn’t exactly the Russian’s first rodeo. Or tenth.

Honestly, let’s skip murderer and go straight to psychotic serial killer. Might as well ink it across his enormous bicep.

Then, there’s Dante.

Even if Dante isn’t the devil himself, he’s definitely sharing a steaming hot tub with the fucker.

He is a D’Angelo.

And the D’Angelos don’t exactly register high on the Boy Scout meter.

So no, I don’t give a rat’s ass how the man fills out a white shirt like it’s painted across his chest. He and his brothers are ruthless.

Sharp smiles. Dirty hands.

Pure evil served on a silver platter with just-fucked hair and the scent of power.

And despite the fact that neither Dante nor Zver deserves even a square of toilet paper in the real estate of my psyche, the harder I fight, the deeper those bastards dig in.

So, screw it.

What do I care?

Because for the past week, those two have done what therapy, pills, and locked doors never could—shut the nightmares up.

Probably because, deep down, I know they’re bigger monsters than my stepfather ever was.

I glance at my phone. Early.

Soon, the sun will rise, and Kennedy will finally be back from her honeymoon.

I didn’t text her. Or call. There’s no way I’m tipping my hand when Lord Satan himself is probably monitoring her every move.

But I have to tell her what the dead asshole said about the man she just married.

And the only way to do that is face to face.

Just rip off the damn bandage and say it…

Enzo killed our father.

Tears blur my vision as I bite down hard and hurl the glass across the room. It explodes—a burst of sound and glittering pain, my heart shattering right along with it.

The only thing I know for sure?

My sister would never crawl into bed with our father’s killer. She’d sooner shove a knife straight through his heart.

Unless… she didn’t have a choice.

CHAPTER 10

Riley

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