Page 79 of Devious
I slap him across the face. “I want a divorce.”
“You’re not getting one.”
I beat my fist on his chest. “I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“We we—”
The door flies open, and a bald-headed guy with an auburn goatee glares at us. Five other men stand behind him with their guns aimed at us. He marches up to Devious and punches him in the face.
“Where the fuck is Maya?”
Devious
The sting from his blow burns like fire, and blood leaks from my nose. I wipe it with the back of my hand.
“I asked you a question, Devious. Where is my fucking sister?”
He eyes Roselyn up and down, and a smile spreads across his face. All his soldiers’ guns are pointed at us, and fear burns in Roselyn’s eyes as they bounce between me and Cashel.
“I’m going to give you to the count of three to take me to my sister. If you don’t, then I’m going to blow your and your wife’s heads off.”
I need to come up with a strategy real quick. I straighten my back like a needle, trying so hard not to break my composure.
“Aiden has her. Give me a few hours and I’ll go get her.”
“You have two hours. Meet me at the warehouse where we used to torture our enemies. Until then, I’m taking Roselyn.”
My heart beats rapidly, and my hands shake like the wind as he grabs her by the arms, dragging her out of the room. She screams and kicks, calling my name, but if I move an inch toward her, we’ll be dead in a matter of seconds. I clench my fists, keeping them rooted to my sides.
“If so much as a hair is harmed on Maya, you’ll be a fucking widow again,” Cashel says. “I’m going to fuck her in the exact same way I fucked Shelby.”
I follow them to the stairway, and he pushes Roselyn into the back seat of his SUV.
If I don’t get Roselyn back, I don’t know if I can forgive myself for putting her in harm’s way. I waited too long to attack him.
Once I’m inside, I pace the living room floor, stop, and flip the TV over that’s on the entertainment center, and a black line spreads across the screen.
“This bastard got me!” I shout.
I check the security on the wall, and there is no indication of an alarm going off for breaking and entering. The code was used to get into the gate. How the fuck did he know the code to the gate?
I rush outside, and soldiers’ bodies are scattered across the yard. This was an inside job, I realize. One of my own betrayed me and is working for Cashel. I rush upstairs to my bedroom, grab my phone from the nightstand, and call Charlotte to get rid of the bodies, and then I call Lex. He doesn’t pick up the phone, so I call Aiden. He picks up on the third ring.
“Gather all the soldiers and weapons and get Maya. Bring her to the manor.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Cashel took Roselyn. He figured out we took Maya.”
“I’ll be there in forty minutes.” The phone line goes dead.
Regret floods in my chest. I hope Roselyn isn’t being tortured; she’s already caught in my crossfire for vengeance. Nothing matters anymore. Not my vengeance. Not my well-being. Just her getting away from Cashel. I feel like an idiot for not telling her how I feel and putting her in harm’s way. I do love Roselyn, but I wasn’t going to say it to her because I’m afraid that if I say it out loud then I’ll lose her. I tend to lose the people I care about. Falling in love in the mafia is dangerous and puts a target on their back. I should have told her how I felt. The look of hurt in her eyes damn near broke me.
I pace the floor, praying as I call Lex. Then I leave a voice mail.
Where the fuck is Lex? He’s supposed to answer the phone every time I call. I send him a message.
Me: Call me. Roselyn is in trouble.
