Page 10 of Heartless Sinner

“You’re right.” Enzo shrugged. “Cory can have her.”

I sat taller, not believing for one fucking second he’d given in that easily. I’d once watched him torture a man for twelve hours until he got the answers he wanted. The fucker had patience.

“Cory will touch her.” He pushed himself off the wall. “He’ll fuck her. Hell, she’ll definitely give him more than a boring striptease.”

I curled my fingers around the edge of the desk.

“He’ll probably marry her.” Enzo grabbed my worn copy of The Federalist Papers and casually flipped through it. “They’re both Caliran. She’s their princess. I’m sure everyone back home would fucking love it.” He turned another page. “Wait until you have to sit there and watch her Initiation, knowing she’ll belong to another Son.” Another page flipped. “That should be fun for you.”

I stood and drove my fist through the wall. Drywall splintered around my hand. Enzo didn’t even flinch, only kept flipping through the pages.

I ripped my hand free and flexed my throbbing fingers. “How do we fix this then?”

“There’s no fix. The kid gets her. Though, he isn’t a kid. He’ll do very adult things with her.” He finally slammed the book shut and pointed it at me. “And don’t do anything stupid. I’m not covering up another murder because you’re too pussy to admit you want your sister’s friend.”

I looked down at my knuckles. Four were split open.

“We already have to make sure Cory doesn’t find out we killed his brother,” Enzo added.

“That secret is safe. You won’t talk. I won’t talk. Emeri won’t talk.”

“You’re forgetting your little obsession knows.”

Ah, yes.

Daphne had researched Blair when she came to SVU. Once that girl wanted to know something, your privacy was fucked. Somewhere in that digging, she’d learned I killed Peter.

She’d never ratted me out for it, and I knew she never would.

“What if she tells her Son we killed his brother and—” Enzo started.

I talked over him, “She fucking won’t.”

“You sound awfully confident for someone who claims to hate her.” He popped his neck. “Admit you want her, Brooks.”

I picked pieces of drywall from my knuckle instead of answering him. I wasn’t admitting to shit.

“Fine, if you don’t want her, then I’ll let you off the hook for our deal.”

I looked up from my hand. “Really?”

“Fuck no, idiot.” He tossed the book into the hole I’d punched in the wall. “We have to convince Cory to change his mind.”

“That only solves half the problem. Daphne would never agree to be my Fawn.”

“Blair didn’t want to be my Fawn. I persuaded her. Do the same.”

“You nearly drowned her until she said yes.”

Enzo shrugged. “Nearly drown Daphne then.”

I scoffed. “She isn’t that easy to break.”

“Everyone is breakable. You just have to figure out their biggest weakness.”

My biggest problem in selecting Daphne was the Ask. Before a Son could submit his claim, the Fawn had to agree. Which meant Daphne had already said yes to Cory.

I wondered if Cory would take as many stab wounds to die as his brother.