Page 13 of Brutal Devil
I hold her gaze through the glow of street signs and lights. She’s sexy as hell when she’s angry.
I shrug. “I don’t have it with me.”
“Then when we get to wherever you’re taking me. Show me there.”
“I’m taking you home.”
Her lips part for a second before she responds. “To your home?”
“Ourhome,bella.”
It feels strange to say that. Although I’ve been preparing for this essentially arranged marriage for months, it never felt real. But the thought of Luna Revello as mine, living with me in my fucking penthouse…
I’m not used to it yet.
Maybe I’ll get there.
She rubs her palms over her thighs in a nervous gesture. “I’m not living with you.”
Her jeans are filled with holes. I make a mental note to arrange a shopping trip. She’s got the sexy artist thing down, but she’s got a new role to play: Mafia wife. She needs designer clothes. She needs to be dripping in gold and diamonds.
I raise a brow. “Well, you sure as hell aren’t living with Daddy Dearest, sweetheart.”
She gives up on her jeans and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “In Iowa.”
Mother Mary. She really doesn’t understand the way this whole marriage thing is going down, does she?
“Not anymore.” I nod to the bright lights passing by out the window. “You live here now. With me. You go where I say you go. You do what I say you do.”
Her chin goes up, and I can practically feel the defiant fire burning inside her. “And if I don’t?”
I pull my suit jacket aside so she can see the Glock strapped to my hip. “There’ll be consequences.”
She bites her lower lip but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she turns her attention to the city flying by, like she’s alone in the car.
She’s ignoring me.
I lean my head back against the supple leather, relaxing now that we’re out of Tomasso’s territory—what will soon be Andriani territory, with this marriage. And I let her give me the silent treatment. It’s the only upper hand she’s going to get.
Chapter 5
LUNA
I’m in a prison.
Yes, it’s a swanky penthouse in one of the most sought-after buildings in the city, with views to die for. Much like its owner, it’s jaw-droppingly spectacular.
But it may as well be a prison. Because the bedroom I’ve been escorted to has a lock on the outside, not on the inside. And when Priest left me here, I heard the dead bolt sliding into place.
Like any good warden, he confiscated my phone.
I’m standing at the window that overlooks the city. Lights and traffic and people swirl so many stories below, but I ignore the breathtaking view. I’m trying to find a way to open the window and get to the ledge beyond. It’s terrifying to think about climbing on the outside of this building, but that’s how desperate I am to escape this nightmare.
I’ve been abducted. Imprisoned. I’m in a hell of my father’s making.
Because he’s given me to the most brutal devil of all the Andrianis. The one who’s beautiful enough to be an angel. The angel of death.
And if I don’t do what he wants me to do, he’ll kill me.
