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Chapter Four
ENZO
“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Enzo. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Luc screams and gasps simultaneously.
“I know,” I say.
Luc’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing in front of me to be bothered with him at that moment.
Six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Ciaran and Finn. Ciaran chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run this town, but some of us, like Ciaran, got a little more fucked up than the rest. “Stay close to me, principessa.”
“You just told me you’re a monster and now want me to stay close to you? No thanks.”
“I may be a monster, but you’re surrounded by demons. Better pick the poison, love. You’re gonna have to swallow somethin’ either way.” I brush her soft cheeks with the back of my hand. “I burned the sounds of your screams of pleasure like a brand in my memory. You know I’ll make it good. Not sure if you can say the same about the rest of them.” I shrug, letting her think it’s her decision and knowing full well I’ll have to kill every fucker in the room, throw her over my shoulder, and bind her up if she makes the wrong one.
I didn’t know who she was at the club. Had I known, I wouldn’t have let her walk out. Fuck, I probably wouldn’t have fucked her. I would have taken her that night instead of spending six months looking for her. Now that I have her, there is no way I’m letting Reese Ferreri slip out of my hands a second time.
Finn steps closer and grunts. I allow it, but only this one time. If he tries this shit of trying to scare my woman again, I will burn him and deal with Ciaran’s wrath later. I know Finn isn’t interested in the princess. He’s just trying to help the situation. He doesn’t know that this is beyond the business we’d originally intended. That I’m in a fuckin’ clusterfuck and I’ve got no way to get out of it. Finn is a crazy motherfucker. He barely talks. His entire persona is animalistic. That’s what makes him feared and effective. People are so taken aback by him, they’d do anything just to have him go away. He is the complete contrast of his twin brother, Ciaran, who is all charm and uses words to get anything he wants. Ciaran smirks, and people seem to fall apart. It could be the super model good looks or the sheer size of the fangs that flash whenever he opens his mouth.
Reese clings to me, a foreign sensation that I like, the way her soft curves fit with my hard lines. People rarely attach themselves to me. I’m the man you run away from, never to. The grim reaper coming to take your soul. I glance down to her face, and her eyebrows knit together before she inhales a deep breath and meets my eyes head on, “I pick you.”
I smirk. “Good choice. Now please wait one moment while I take out the rest of the trash.” I put my hand out, and Finn places the can of lighter fluid in my hand. “Hold him down.”
Luc’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are you doin’, man?”
I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colors mesmerize me—yellow, red, orange…beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Luc’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve into a smile as I listen to his pain-stricken screams.
This is the fate of those who cross me, who dare take from me, anyone who thinks they have a right to touch what belongs to me. I bend down, making sure I take in the horror in his eyes, the terror I placed there, and I feel comfort. “They call me the Psycho Pyro for a reason, Luc.”
