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“How can you find comfort in playing judge, jury, and executioner?”
There’s a wicked gleam in his eye as his lips curl up into a crooked grin, “I care very little for the first two.”
He traps me in his frightening stare, but thankfully he breaks it when he pours himself another drink.
“So, you just kill people without a reason?” God, someone please duct tape my mouth shut.
He leans back in his seat, his voice a deep purr, “I follow orders, pretty girl, and I don’t mind a little blood on my hands,” his gaze rakes over me from head to toe, “I think you know about that a little more personally than you care to admit to yourself.”
I don’t get to ask him what he means because the elevator doors slide open, and my head snaps toward it, blowing out a gust of breath when Gio and Luce step off. There’s specks of blood on the collar of Gio’s white shirt, and both of their fists are bruised, but they look relatively fine. Still, I can tell they’re not. There’s a haunting look in Gio’s eyes, as though ghosts of the past have paid him a visit. Luce looks like he needs a stiff drink and something to kill.
I stand from my seat and watch them as they walk toward me. With each step, Gio’s face morphs, his mask of cool and collected slides in place as he pulls me to him, his lips coming down on mine in a brutal kiss. It worries me. When he pulls back, Luce takes me and lays a much tender kiss to me, making me feel like they’ve switched bodies while down in the basement.
“What’s wrong?” I ask the moment we pull apart.
Luce shakes his head, his eyes dropping to my mouth as his thumb slides across the edge of my jaw in a heartbreaking way. Now I feel like I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. Something is wrong, very, very fucking wrong.
“I’m breaking one of your rules tonight, sweetness.” When my brows furrow in confusion, he elaborates, “I’m drinking until I can’t remember shit, but I promise, I’ll be on my worst behavior.”
I roll my lips inward knowing he’s trying to erase my worry by teasing me, “You meanbestbehavior.”
He winks before throwing his arm over my shoulder and leading me to the sofa where Gio sits. I try to sit between them, but Gio reaches up and wraps his big hands around my waist and pulls me down to his lap. His nose burrows into the crook of my neck, inhaling me deeply and making my skin raise with gooseflesh. Luce pulls my legs onto his lap, his fingers wrapping around my ankles like manacles. Something happened in the basement, something beyond death, but I know I can’t push them to speak about it until they’re ready.
Of course, Drake doesn’t have the same care, “What’s with the long faces, boys?”
I lean over and pour two drinks for them, handing them both over as I watch Gio struggle to find the right words. Luce’s fingers brush mine intentionally, his eyes heating as I pass him the drink. I guess that’s my way of telling him I don’t mind him letting go a little bit. He’s been gripping his control for me, keeping himself in check ever since he cut himself to relieve his internal heartache. It’s proven to me that he’s not the loose cannon he fears he is.
I turn toward Gio as he begins to talk, his voice hard and cold, “The shit I’m about to say, stays right here.”
Fuck, this doesn’t bode well.
Drake nods to the guards, who all turn and walk through the exit, leaving the four of us alone.
Once the doors are closed and the room falls deathly silent, Gio and Luce tell every scrap of detail they gathered. By the end of their recount, I’m absolutely certain Drake was correct in his assumption.
I wouldn’t mind a little more blood on my hands, only this time, I want to look into the eyes of my enemy.
