When she finally allowed me inside of her, that would be it. There would be no going back, and if she tried to run away, I'd show her just how good of a hunter I really was.
I would chase her, tie her down to my bed, and fuck her senseless for days, weeks,monthsuntil she finally surrendered to what was between us. If that's what it took, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
But until then, I had a job to do.
Catalina deserved to relax, to ease the weight on her shoulders. Which meant she needed me as her devil, not her man right now.
I drove to my warehouse, where Anthony and Carlos were waiting for me.
I slipped on my leather gloves as I approached them. "The package?"
"Secure, boss," Carlos said.
I nodded and entered the building.
Paul Caprasi sat unconscious, bound to a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. He had a single black eye, but otherwise seemed to be in good health. As long as he answered my questions, he'd stay that way—minus a few bruises.
I punched him in the gut.
His eyes flew open. Paul tried to bend forward to draw in air but couldn't.
Wheezing, his blue eyes darted from me to Anthony and Carlos, then back. Pure fear spread over his face.
I smirked. "Good. I would have been insulted if you didn't recognize who I was."
"Mr. Torrino. I swear I didn't do?—"
"Paul, I haven't even asked you anything yet, and you're already trying to lie to me. That doesn't bode well for you."
"But Mr. Torrino?—"
I delivered an uppercut to his jaw, sending Paul's head flying back. "Do not interrupt me when I'm speaking."
Paul's eyes watered, but he kept his mouth shut.
"Looks like we're on the same page now. How many families pay you to allow their shipments through?"
"Mr. Torrino, I-I can't say?—"
I tsked. "Do you mean to tell me you're more scared of them than you are of me right now? I guess my reputation must have slipped while I was away."
He shook his head feverishly. "N-no, sir. I know what they call you, T-The Devil."
I grinned. "Would you like to know how I got that name?"
"N-no, sir. I swear. I meant no disrespect, I just?—"
"Anthony, hand me the wrench."
Paul whimpered as I came closer. "No-no, please!Please! I'll tell you anything, please!"
"You're right, Paul. You will tell me everything I want to know."
Pulling off my gloves,I tossed them into the trash, then called Sam. "Did you get my email?"
"Yeah. I've already started working through it," Sam said.
"Good. I've highlighted the families we didn't know had their hands in the shipping business. I want everything you can find out about them by tomorrow."
