Page 67 of Taming Seraphine

“What else did you do for them?”

“I...” He swallows, turns to Seraphine, and shivers. “I drove her around.”

In a much smaller voice, he adds, “She’s a killer.”

“You had to know they were holding her brother hostage,” I snarl. “Didn’t you question why someone so young would assassinate dangerous men?”

“They said she was a psycho.”

Seraphine splashes the lighter fluid onto the man, hitting me with several droplets. My heart jumps, and a bolt of excitement surges straight to my balls.

Fuck.

No part of me finds being burned alive while clinging onto another man arousing, but my libido thinks anything Seraphine does is a sexual wonder.

“See?” Fiori screams. “I heard she sucked one of them down to the root, bit it off and swallowed it so there would be nothing to reattach. She’s crazy.”

Seraphine picks up the cigarette lighter, and my dick stirs. I have never in my entire thirty-four years of existence been erect in such close proximity to another man, yet this woman’s antics has my dick in a death grip.

“Stay still,” I growl, pushing him back to the wall when Fiori presses his skinny ass so close to my crotch that it’s torn between hardening or shriveling.

“They were controlling her through her brother,” I snarl. “Tell me what you know about that.”

He shakes his head. “They never mentioned a brother, and neither did she. There was only a remote and a chip.”

My jaw clenches. He sounds so convincing that if I hadn’t seen footage of an emaciated man tied to a chair, I would believe every word.

She flicks the lighter, creating a spark.

“Who else might know about the brother?” I ask.

“I don’t know!” His voice becomes shrill.

“Can I burn him now?” Seraphine asks, her voice quickening with impatience.

“Not unless you want to be put to bed with another spanked ass and no orgasm.” I adjust my grip around his shoulders to form a chokehold and snarl into his ear, “You’re not doing yourself any favors. Give us some names. Tell us what you heard while working for those bastards.”

Seraphine flicks the lighter again, this time bringing up a flame. For entirely different reasons, both Fiori and I moan.

“Alright.” He wails and trembles. “The twins worked for old man Capello, and he had mistresses all over New Alderney. Maybe the brother lives at one of the places he visited.”

“Who would know these addresses?” I ask.

“Bruno Capello.” He gulps. “He’s Mr. Capello’s driver. a third cousin once or twice removed.”

“Where do we find him?”

“His house is inside the gates.”

Shit.

Seraphine flicks the lighter again and steps closer. “Call him.”

“No!” Fiori raises a hand and produces a tiny flick knife. “Stay back.”

I hiss through my teeth. How the fuck did I miss that weapon? My gun presses into his temple. “Drop it.”

Seraphine rushes forward and reaches for the blade. Before I can order her back, Fiori slashes her palm.

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