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A muscle in Cade’s jaw tensed. “And because she told me to, but that doesn’t mean you can waltz in here and make out with her anytime you want.”
“She’s my wife,” I hissed. It didn’t matter to me that she was only my wife because our fathers had schemed behind our backs. Semantics didn’t matter to this particular conversation.
Giselle sighed. “Dear God. You two are acting like boys. Can you both shut up about it already? Luca, if you want something to eat, there’s still pizza in the kitchen.”
“I’m not hungry,” I muttered—and I wasn’t. I hadn’t eaten dinner, but until now, I’d been way too stressed out to even think about eating. How could I eat, after all, while knowing someone had stolen Giselle?
That someone was apparently Cade, go figure.
“Why the hell did you kidnap her?” I asked Cade.
It wasn’t Cade who answered. It was someone else, another guy who came strolling over from the kitchen area across the hall, his mouth currently full with pizza. A man with tattoos crawling up his neck and down his arms, a single teardrop near his eye. A man with a swagger-filled walk and a golden chain hanging around his neck, someone who always butted in where he did not belong—like that party I threw for the heirs.
Damian.
“It wasn’t your boy Cade,” he said. “It’s a long story, so why don’t you sit down so our girl can tell it to you?”
It took a while for two things to register. One: Damian was here. Why the hell was he here? And two: he called Giselle our girl, and that wasn’t right… unless I missed something very big.
“What…” My mouth might’ve fallen open at that. “What are you doing here?” I decided to let the our girl thing slide, mostly because things were complicated enough with Giselle already. I wasn’t the only guy she had a thing with.
“Again, that’s something you need to ask our girl,” Damian repeated himself before taking another bite of the pizza slice he was eating. No plate, of course, because the man was too cool to use a plate, I guess.
“Can you give us the room?” Giselle asked.
Damian was quick to say yes, while Cade muttered a hard and fast, “No.” Unless I was mistaken, Cade sounded like he was jealous of me.
Hah. Good.
Giselle’s lips puckered into a pout, and before I knew what was happening, she was slipping her hand into mine. “I guess we’ll go into the bedroom, then,” she spoke off-handedly as she started to drag me along.
I could see it, the moment Cade realized his mistake. Cade knew it too, because he tried to say we could talk out here, but Giselle had already made her mind up.
As she took me along, it finally dawned on me that she wasn’t wearing gloves. Her hands were free of them, her bare skin on mine. Damn. Her hands were soft. Once I noticed that particular detail, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Soft hands. Soft lips. I bet she had a soft everything.
Once we were in the bedroom, I noticed a chair had been placed to the side of the bed and the sheets were all rumpled, like something had happened on that bed and, oh gee, I don’t know, someone else had maybe watched…
“Uh, this seems like a weird setup,” I remarked dryly.
Giselle let go of my hand to close the door. It was only when she stood beside me, staring at the bed and the oddly-placed chair that she said, “I had sex with Cade and Damian watched, but that isn’t why I wanted to talk to you alone.”
Ah, okay. She was as blunt as ever, I see. No holds barred. Just a straight shooter, right to the point. That was Giselle. Not sure if that’s something I should be grateful for or not. I guess her being truthful was better than her being a liar or someone who hid things from me.
Hard not to be jealous, though. Impossible.
It took everything in me to not address what she’d said and simply say, “Giselle, what the hell is going on? What happened?”
Giselle’s soft hand once more slipped into mine, and she led me to the bed, where we sat on the edge together. I couldn’t look at the bed, because all I could think about while staring at the crumpled sheets was the fact that she’d just had sex with Cade and Damian had watched—like, what? When the hell did all of this happen?
Did she like Damian too? How the hell was I supposed to compete with all these guys?
But that was a selfish thought, because obviously other shit was going on, so I pushed it away.
“I was kidnapped earlier today,” she started. “By one of Miguel’s men.” Her hand slipped out of mine, and she stared at the wall facing us, a pensive expression on her beautiful face. She almost seemed… sadder than usual.
And then I found out why. Miguel wasn’t her father. The priest who’d saved her life three years ago was… the very same priest who was now dead. Damian was in league with the Greenback Serpents, and he wanted to take Miguel down because he’d paid off some Serpents to kill Father Charlie.
