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“Raphael!” I snapped.
“Well, let’s see ...” He put the car in motion as the light turned green. “First, you asked Lucifer to find you church services to attend.” His eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to the road. “When you need something, you come to me, not my underboss and enforcer.”
Even for Raphael, this seemed petty, and I didn’t miss the way Lucifer was suddenly being talked about like some lowly employee and not his identical twin brother.
“You knew that before you left,” I reminded him. “You had your chance to say something that day and you didn’t. That’s on you.”
Raphael cocked a surprised brow at my insolence. “Second, Cillian looks like his face went through a meat grinder. Care to explain?” When I folded my arms across my chest and stared blankly out the windshield, he drawled, “I didn’t think so.”
He took a hard right, heading in the direction of the bay. He’d said Liam, Grifin, and Lucifer were all waiting. Did he intend to have them watch as he fed me to the fish?
“Then there’s the little meeting you had with Lucifer in his office. The only woman he’s ever allowed in there other than the cleaning lady—who I’m certain has a cock tucked between her legs and not a pussy—is Hannah. So imagine my surprise when I find out that my dear brother and my fiancée had a little reunion in the one room he’s known to fuck in, while I was out of town.”
I shook my head. “It’s not—”
He raised a hand, silencing me as we parked in front of a large warehouse. He’d brought me to an industrial park—a playground for murderous mobsters.
Terror weaved its way into every fiber of my being.
Raphael turned in his seat to face me, but I concentrated on the steel building that probably held my fate inside.
What would he choose? Gun? Knife? Would he torture me first?
He caressed the back of my head. “You were in the gym with him—alone.” Then he gripped my chin and forced me to look him in the eye.
Traitorous tears gathered on my lower lashes.
I opened my mouth, but Raphael pressed a finger to my lips. “Quiet ... Willa, darling. Save the theatrics.” He ran the tip of his finger down the bridge of my nose. “You like Lucifer.”
It wasn’t a question. There was no need for me to answer.
“You can’t kill me,” I blurted. The brine from tears I swore I wouldn’t let fall reached my tongue. “You need me alive. Aiden won’t believe you if you say it’s an accident.” Every argument and rebuttal came spewing out of me. “He’ll demand proof that the marriage is official. Legal. Even Father O’Brien won’t be willing to cover up something like that. Marriage is a sacrament—”
Raphael barked out a surprised laugh that didn’t hold a trace of good humor.
“Do you taste the bullshit coming out of you right now? Fuck.” He snarled, giving me a condescending headshake. He squeezed my chin again, harder this time, sending a shooting pain along my jaw. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Resentment moved behind his hooded lids.
Raphael leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Tonight, Willa Callahan-Brennan, you will learn that there are punishments far greater than your own death.”
Lucifer
The stench of piss and blood and fear crawled up my nostrils.
The steel of the warehouse door hissed shut behind me.
Grifin and two other foot soldiers were already huddled together as I stomped past them, headed in the direction of the two men who might have some fucking answers.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Keegan and Liam turned away from the limp body strung up by chains connected to a support beam—a new addition to the warehouse I hadn’t approved—and met me with equally confused expressions.
Keegan jerked his head at the unconscious stranger. “Lucifer, meet Tariq Zoto. No wonder we couldn’t find him. He and that dude over there have been here awhile—at least since last night, I’d say.”
My gaze landed briefly on the second body, also bound, gagged, and unconscious, slumped on the concrete floor nearby.
I looked back at Keegan.
