Had I been anyone else, I knew I’d have to put my blood on a contract, but I was his sister. He preferred to taste my pain.
I parted my lips, and he pressed his bleeding palm to my mouth. The acrid taste hit my tongue.
“More,” he said, his voice thick. “Suck.”
I did as he commanded, wanting this to be over with sooner rather than later. I watched as he did the same to my palm, wincing at the suction he had on me.
When he was done, he pulled his hand away from my face, and mine from his, before he hit a button on his desk.
He didn’t move as he stared at me.
“When this is over, I have news I want to talk to you about.” He paused. “I hope you can handle what’s about to come, sister,” he murmured right before the doors to his office swung open, his men leading in Cole, Enzo, and Ethan.
60
ENZO
Iwas always a good judge of when shit was on the line.
And shit was definitely on the line as I stared at Rosalie with blood on her lips, the straps of her dress down, and tears in her eyes.
I tightened my hands into fists.
She’d made a fucking blood contract with him.
Judging by the way he licked his lips, he did them a little differently with her. I didn’t fucking like seeing the straps of her dress down. I didn’t know what sort of sick, fucked-up games he played, but shit needed to be looked into.
Seeing her that way made me angry. Beyond angry. All I wanted to do was rush to her and wrap her in my arms. Declare that I gave a damn and vow to protect her better than fucking Dante Church ever could.
But I knew a lot was at stake, so I held it in as Dante reached out and pulled the straps of her dress back up before thumbing away the blood on her lips.
I could see Cole barely holding it together on my other side as he took in the scene.
I breathed out and checked E, who was stoic as always.
Dante murmured something to Rosalie before taking her hand and leading her behind his desk. He tugged her to sit on one of his legs as he stared out at us.
They had the same big, beautiful green eyes. Same plump lips. He was blond. She was a gorgeous redhead, but there was no mistaking that they were siblings.
I didn’t like the way he kept her close, his hand on her waist, her ass on his lap.
I knew he was a fucking weirdo, though.
“Horsemen, welcome,” he said. His men hadn’t left the room. Instead, they were lined up behind us as we each took a seat in front of his desk.
“My sweet sister has informed me that she’d like to break your contract with me. I have agreed.” He stared out at us.
I blinked in confusion and looked to Cole, who was frowning, then to E, who narrowed his eyes and sat forward.
“Of course, there are stipulations,” Church continued. “But first, let’s talk.” He stared at us for a moment. “Cole. Tell me how much you love my sister.”
“I love her with everything I am or will ever be,” Cole said immediately, without hesitation. “I want a life with her and my daughter.”
“And you’re willing to join her in L.A.?”
“Yes,” he said fiercely.
Church nodded and looked to Ethan. “Same question.”
