Page 54 of Fortress of the Cursed

The protective urge I have over Sage is something I’ve never really dealt with. It’s why I’ve stayed away, why I didn’t tangle myself in her life, because I know how I am with her.

But now it’s too late.

Now she’ll get to see the possessive side of me I’ve hidden for so long. The feelings I’ve dampened because I didn’t want to hurt her. That’s all gone out the window. Along with my sanity.

But we’re too far gone now.

The man who wants her, who’s always wanted her.

They all think I’m just a playboy. A man who can get anything he wants. I have it all. Power. Status. Money. Women. Everything. But the one thing I don’t have is her. She has no idea, but I’m gonna make her mine.

Just as I head out to find Dante, Angelo calls.

“Where are you?” he all but barks at me.

“Did you wake up on the wrong side?” I laugh.

“No, but I’m calling an emergency meeting. Rocco has finally gotten some intel from one of the Colombians.”

I take a deep breath.

The night Dante got shot, the same night we killed Cameron, another guy under surveillance was captured and taken back to the warehouse for interrogation.

That was a few days ago.

“It took him that long?”

Angelo balks. “One of Rocco’s torture devices is starvation.”

“Ah.” I forgot how creative Rocco likes to get sometimes.

“Come up to the suite. Enzo also has news.”

Angelo hangs up.

I swipe my thumb print at the elevator, and it opens swiftly.

The doors open to Angelo’s suite. It’s plush and expansive, looking over the city.

Rocco stands near the door, like anybody within a fifty-mile radius can get up here, but he’s always on the job.

“You all right, big guy?” I ask him. It’s not even been a week since he was almost blown up in the car bombing. I’m not sure he’s supposed to be here working, but no one can keep him down for long.

When I walk in, my brothers and Enzo are all having a scotch at the table.

Angelo glances up at me as Dante gives me a chin lift.

“Finally,” Angelo mutters.

I wave my phone at him. “You literally just called me.”

Angelo looks like he’s in a mood, and I’m his main target. Unlucky for him, I’m pissed off with Sage and tonight could go one way or the other.

“While you’re out chasing pussy, we’re here trying to figure out how the underworld is suddenly crumbling from underneath us.”

I frown. “I was with Sage, actually.”

That shuts him up. Then he says, “How is she?”

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