Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Luca acted like I was just another girl.
So I wanted him to feel the pain.
“You know that thing you like,” I said to Luca. “That trick I do with my tongue. I’m going to show it to Marcello, see if he likes it as much as you do.” A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “I want you to think about that when I’m gone.”
The color drained from his knuckles. He looked like he was going to kill me, then his brother.
Fuck him.
He brought this on himself.
The Devil deserved to burn for his sins.
“You lost the game, Luca,” I added to rub it in. “And you didn’t even try to find me.”
“Bullshit,” he snapped. “I looked for you.”
“Not very hard.” I held his gaze. “You don’t own me, Luca. Never did. The game is over, and you lost.”
Marcello squeezed my bicep, and I glanced up at him. He looked like he wanted to devour me. I slid my lip between my teeth, then licked my lips. A guttural groan fell from his beautiful lips.
“Take me upstairs, Marcello.”
“Drea,” Luca warned.
“Luca,” I said as I turned my back to him. “Burn in Hell.”
He repeated my name.
A plea.
With his hand on my shoulder, Marcello led me out of the sitting room. I didn’t give Luca another thought. My skin felt as if it were on fire, my pulse pounding in my ears. I wanted him jealous and angry, and I wanted him to pay for his sins.
No one followed us.
The guards looked up, taking in the sight of me topless.
“At ease,” Marcello told them.
They nodded, lowered their heads. I caught one of them checking me out and rolled my eyes.
“I want to see your bedroom,” I told Marcello.
He slid his hand behind my back, a rare smile in place. Then we climbed the stairs to the fourth floor.
Luca
The vein in my neck clawed its way out of my skin. My heart had only raced this fast when I’d taken a life. That was a high unlike any other. And when I fucked Alex, she’d always made me feel. She made my black heart beat, balanced out the darkness inside me.
She left with Marcello.
And I let her.
Because I was a fucking asshole who gambled her pussy. The Knights had given me shit for letting Marcello touch her before Legare. So I came up with Capture the Queen, a fucking joke to appease them. It wasn’t a tradition like I’d told Alex.
Then the lights came on. I saw Alex on top of my brother, his cum dripping from her pussy.
She let him do it.
Him.
Inside her.
I pounded my fist against the cushion and downed the rest of my scotch. My head buzzed from all the alcohol. I was drunker than usual, but fuck, it was my thirtieth birthday. I figured I should celebrate with a bang.
I wanted to kill someone.
Choke them to death.
Paint the town with blood.
Maybe it would help—just one kill. I needed a release to quell the anger surging through my veins. Alex and Marcello. I wanted to hurt both of them, make them bleed. Watch them suffer.
I shot up from the chair, threw an empty tumbler across the room. It hit the wall above the fireplace. The glass shattered, pieces falling like snow.
“What the fuck?” Sonny groaned. He shook a sliver of glass off his shoulder. “Watch it, bro. You don’t need to take out your anger on us. Marcello won the game. Just let it go already.”
“Fuck off, Cormac.”
“She better not leave because of this,” Sonny shot back. “You keep fucking shit up with Alex.”
I leveled him with a glare, hands balled into fists at my side. “Do you want to die tonight, motherfucker? Because I’m in the killing mood.”
“He’s right,” Bastian added. “If Alex runs again, we can’t induct any new members. We need her.”
The Knights had already bled for Alex and would give their lives for their queen. Even her brother had committed heinous acts for her.
“You waited seven years to fuck her?” Cole Marshall asked me with laughter in his tone.
I gritted my teeth. “Does it fucking matter, dickhead?”
Cole smirked, shoving a hand through his dark hair. “I would have locked that shit down in minutes.”
“The fuck you would have,” I shouted. “Listen to you, young buck. Do you even have hair on your balls yet? You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like Alex.”
Everyone laughed at Cole.
Fuck him.
“Just sayin’,” Cole muttered. “Seven years. Damn.”
“Not like it’s any of your business,” I snapped, “but we had a deal. Rules. You can’t pay for pussy that good. She was worth the wait.”
“And Cello’s getting it for free,” someone mumbled.
Sonny. He had a nickname for everyone.
Another person snickered. “Lucky bastard.”
“I want to see the trick she does with her tongue,” another Knight said.
Rage bubbled up inside me, spinning out of control. Any minute, I would lose my fucking mind. Kill someone—all of them.