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“Yes, boss?”
“I found my wife.” I glance at Serena, who stares at the passing landscapes through the window. Her arms cross as if she wants to shrink until she’s so small no one can notice her.
“Any orders?” Remo snaps me back to my focus.
“Find Raffaele Gordon.” I hang up.
CHAPTER 33
Nikos
“Please, stay.” Her eyes are pleading as she grabs my hand. I can’t feel her touch because of the leather fabric between us, but somehow, the warmth seeps through.
A fucking weird sensation courses through me, something I haven’t felt since… ever.
I settle beside her on the bed, and she collapses against my chest. I’m still seething that she didn’t follow the rules and disobeyed my orders, but now she’s so vulnerable that all I can think about is how to piece her back together. No one else has the right to break her—no one but me. She’s mine to bend and shape, and I’ll destroy anyone who dares to lay a finger on her like a tornado tearing through everything in its path.
Somehow, my fingers weave into her hair. Her thick, onyx hair, scented with a blend of vanilla and orange blossom, intoxicating me with every inhale. I don’t know how much time has passed, but her body relaxes, and I know she has fallen asleep. It’s odd how right it feels to have her so close to me, in my arms.
I ease away carefully, trying not to wake her up. She’s so beautiful when she sleeps. Innocent. This is what draws me to her. I want to bring darkness to her light. I want her sanity to match my insanity. Unleash chaos upon her serenity. That’s the only way a pure being like herself can survive in this world of corruption and death. I should know. I could do nothing to save my mother from destruction. I failed to save my past girlfriend from ruin. Now, I know the only way to evade destruction is to unleash havoc. To preserve sanity is to let the insanity reign, and to survive darkness is to embrace its demons. Become the danger you fear. I wasn’t born a villain. I was made a villain.
My footsteps echo through the steely walls of the warehouse—the very same one where it all started. It is where I kept Salvatore. The riot he tried to stir against me was a blessing in disguise. Had it not been for the boy’s betrayal, his father wouldn’t have offered me her—my possession, my obsession, my wife.
Hands clasped at the back of my trench coat, I circle the metal chair bolted to the floor before I stop in front of it. My lethal gaze contrasts against his frightened eyes.
He tries to scream something, but his words are just a mumble, gagged by the cloth in his mouth. I signal to Remo, who removes the piece of fabric from his mouth and wraps it around his neck.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was your wife,” he cries.
I thought he’d have a little more dignity, but once again, he’s just a whining liar who tries to save his ass. I bet if I told him to eat his own shit, he would, then claim he wanted to do it anyway.
“Yes, you knew. If the ring on her finger wasn’t bold enough, my name inked on her collarbone was.”
“I didn’t see it, please...”
“Didn’t you?” A scoff rumbles in my throat. “You know why it’s on her collarbone?”
He shakes his head no.
“It’s one of my favorite parts of her body. It’s so prominent, so beautiful. It draws the eye.”
“I already told you, I did not see it, I swear,” he lets out a hideous wail.
“You swear?”
His eyes waver between mine, betraying his hesitation.
“What game are you playing, dude?” His voice cracks, and his body shakes uncontrollably. No longer a fucking macho man forcing himself on a defenseless woman, are we?
“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” The edge of my lips lifts in a malevolent curve. “If you give me the correct answer, I’ll let you go.”
“The correct answer?” The lines of concern paint on his forehead. “How the hell am I supposed to know what you want to hear?”
“You’ll know,” I growl. “Did you want to fuck her?”
Panic forces his eyes into wide, unblinking orbs.
“Did you want to fuck my wife?” I repeat, stoic and cold, despite the fury raging inside me.
