“You think Bianca is still alive.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I think there’s a hell of a lot more going on here than meets the eye.” He breathed out. “Get me information on what I want, and I’ll consider letting you. . . in.”
I blinked rapidly at his words, not sure if I’d heard him correctly.
“What?” I rasped, my heart banging against my chest in a bid for freedom.
“You heard me, Beyers. Get me information, useful information, and I’ll see to it that things work in your favor. Do we have a deal?”
I swallowed hard and looked back to the living room, where I knew Rosalie was waiting for me.
Everything I’d ever wanted was sitting on a couch mere feet from me. Enzo was dangling it in my face.
“What’s in it for you?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment. “Freedom.”
“You’ll walk away from it all?”
“If Dominic survives and my father gives me full control, I’ll walk and hand Dominic and the kings their kingdom.”
I chuckled. “I thought you were all about traditions.”
“I am,” he answered softly. “It’s why I’ll make Rosalie my wife before I leave.”
“That’s very tricky of you, De Luca. Marrying her when you needn’t. Just to have her.”
“I’m not a saint. Even devils can wear halos sometimes, Beyers. You would know firsthand.”
“Halos and horns?” I muttered. “Sounds like something one could get lost in if they weren’t careful.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “It doesn’t matter when you’re the one making the rules.” He paused, letting his words sink in. Letting me know he was the one who would determine whether my dreams came true. That he was the fucking devil in my life calling the shots. “So tell me, Archangel.Are you in?”
I exhaled.
Inhaled.
Exhaled.
Fuck.It might trap me in this world that I was desperate to escape from.
But it would set me free in so many other ways.
I looked to the living room again and nodded, my mind made up.
Anything for her.
Always.
“I’m in.”
To be continued…
