Page 82 of Dark Deviant

How poetic. Now they match his heart and soul, too.

“I may have had the intent to kill your father, but I didn’t do it. Make no mistake, I will carry out my threats if you dare defy me.”

And then the asshat gives my neck another hard squeeze for good measure. He finally lets go with a malicious sneer and nods at the door. “Get the fuck out.”

“Oh, so I guess chivalry is dead now, huh?”

“That won’t be the only thing that’s dead by the time this night is over.”

I take a few deep breaths, but they don’t do a damn thing to calm me.

Fucking Hades.

Why was he there that night? And why did I ask him about it on the freaking phone?

Rule number one…thereareno rules with the goddamn mafia. They will do anything and everything to get what they want. Tapping lines? Of course he would use a listening device. These people trust nobody, and for good reason.

Anything Danil said or did was only part of a ruse to get what he wanted.

I wasn’t included on his priority list…ever. No matter what bullshit he spewed about wanting me and Daniela to stay, no matter how he invaded my heart and soul and made me believe I was more than just a chess piece in his sadistic game.

Danil’s hand closes around my waist. He pulls me close against him, making it look like we’re more than just a killer and his captive. His sinful scent swirls in the air. My knees wobble, but he has me firmly in his grasp as we wander the hallways in the lower level of the concert hall. The familiar dark wood-paneled walls are alive with colorful canvases…very tasteful and completely opposite the shit still hanging in his place.

I flash a weak smile at a security guard, and he gives me a wave.

“Don’t try to run me in circles.” Danil hisses against my ear, his hot breath scorching my skin. “You know what I’ll do.”

“It’s a little confusing. I’ve only been here a couple of times.” We come to a stop where we can go left or right. I scour both sides of the hall, trying to remember where the heck my dressing room is.

“Do you need some help?”

I jump, twisting in the direction of the voice as much as I can with Danil’s death grip on me. The bottom of my flip flop slips on the carpet when I try to spin out of his grip and he catches me, pulling me against him before I go down, face-first.

I smile at the security guard who’d waved at us. “My name is Lola—”

“Andreev,” he finishes with a wide grin. “I know, I’m a big fan.”

“Thank you.” Heat rushes to my cheeks. “This is so embarrassing, but I can’t remember which direction to go for my dressing room.”

He nods and points left. “Just a few doors down on the left.”

“I appreciate it. Thanks again.”

“Oh, hey. Would it be too much trouble to get a picture?” The guard fishes around in his pocket for his phone and pulls it out.

“Not at all.” I slant a look at Danil. “Honey, would you mind?”

The guard hands Danil his phone, practically salivating as he flashes a googly-eyed look at me.

“Stop staring at her like you wanna fuck her or I’ll gouge out both your eyes,” he growls.

If Danil had the ability to kill people with his mind, the security guy would be six feet under right about now, most likely beaten to a bloody pulp.

The guard recoils, like he’s just realized that Danil is about twice his size, and as menacing as the Devil himself.

“It’s fine,” I say through gritted teeth, flashing a wide smile as “honey” takes the picture.

Danil hands the phone back to the guy who stares at the picture like he’s going to jack off in front of it the second he gets a break. “I’m very close to taking the phone back and smashing it. Stop drooling and get the fuck out of here.”

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