Page 20 of Depraved
I bring the phone back to my ear as I walk down the hall. “Since it’s technically Saturday morning, let’s plan Sunday dinner. Come to me because I’m going to have a pissed-off little houseguest.”
“You’re sending her to your place?” Dom laughs loudly. “You sure you needed us to push you in the right direction? Sounds like you’ve already turned down the bed.”
I walk through the entry of the kitchen, stepping over the fucker we have chained to the cabinets, giving him a kick as I do.
“Scumbag. I’m not going to fuck her. At least that’s not why I’m taking her to my house.” I laugh.
“Again,” Luca counters with too much amusement in his voice.
“I’m gonna make you swallow your tongue for that. And who says I fucked her? You just saw us leave together.”
The doc motions for me to stand next to a silver metal prep table, and I do. “Mind your business, assholes. And name a safer spot for her to be?” I challenge, wincing as the man pulls the shirt from the nasty wound.
“No. You’re right. There’s no place safer than your dick…nobody ever goes there.” Luca chuckles, Dom following.
“Fuck you.” I laugh, half groaning as I hang up, the needle inserted into the tender flesh wound numbing my arm instantly.
Antonio walks in from the back of the room, catching my attention.
“We good?” I question, looking down at the body and back to him.
“Yeah. I don’t think he’ll steal from us again. But try and rat on us, that’s a different story.”
My eyes drift to my arm as I’m sewn back together with the black wire.
“We need to send a message” I say absentmindedly, watching the needle slide into my skin and curl out again, bringing the skin taut. “Hey, Doc, you got more of that stuff?” I question, motioning with my chin to my arm.
He nods as he works, not taking his eyes off what he’s doing.
Antonio clears his throat, and I look up to a jerk of his head. My face turns sideways, meeting the fiery blue eyes that are glaring at me. Sarah’s standing in the doorway with fury etched on her face, Vincenzo behind her.
Her eyes drift to my arm being stitched up, and her face drops, but only for a fraction of a second. It’s enough that I saw it.
“I see you managed to get her to cooperate. I’m impressed, Vin.” I smirk.
Vincenzo shrugs. “Your girl and I have come to an agreement. No more trying to stab me, and I won’t put her in the trunk.”
“His girl?” she throws out and rolls her eyes.
I almost laugh, but instead, just smile because, to them, she is. I threatened everyone at the party who came near her. So, it makes sense.
Sarah narrows her eyes as she begins to walk toward me. Vin moves to stop her, but I give a head shake. Her eyes shift, taking in the guy chained to the cabinets as she walks around him, completely unfazed.
Stopping in front of me, she shakes her head. “Vincenzo told me what’s happening. I’m not being held hostage at your house, Dante. Think again.”
Her eyes are locked with mine in a standoff, but she’s already lost.
“How’d you convince her to be reasonable, Vin? Because I seem to be coming up empty.” I laugh, breaking our eye contact to look at him.
He holds up his gun and waves it. “We played a little game called Glock, paper, scissors. Glock beats scissors.”
Antonio lets out a laugh, quickly coughing to cover it up. But I let mine shake my chest.
“Hold still, please,” the doc directs.
“I hope it hurts,” she hisses, making my smile grow.
I crook my finger for Sarah to come closer. “Make coffee when you get home—I’m gonna need some. And tell Vin everything he needs to know. And I mean everything.”
