Page 11 of Room Five: What You Can't See

I pull the phone away from my face to hang up, but I hear his raised voice, “Don’t hang up on me, Viola.” I put it on speaker so I can act fast if I need to and be able to hear whatever bullshit is about to come out of his mouth. He sighs, the sound filled with regret I’m not sure I believe. “I’m sorry. We’re sorry. We shouldn’t have left you the way we did. It was wrong.”

“Great. You’re forgiven,” I bite out the words, not meaning them in the least.

He chuckles again and it takes all my willpower not to chuck the phone across the room. “We’re sending a car to pick you up a block away from your place, the same place you hopped into the car the night I followed you to Club Sin.”

I gasp because what the fuck does he mean he followed me? He was watching me? Part of me is intrigued and wants to know more, the other part of me thinks I need to start carrying my gun again no matter where I go.

“I’m going to have to pass. Sorry,” I force the word past my lips, but I don’t sound apologetic at all.

“It’s not up for discussion, Viola,” the voice on the other end of the line is now much harder and colder. “The driver will be there in an hour.”

I roll my eyes, “Lovely to speak to you as well, Mateo. The answer is still no. Our deal is done.”

“Hardly,” Mateo fires back immediately. “You’ll want to hear what we have to offer. Unless, of course, you don’t care about the pictures getting back to your brothers or being splashed across the media.”

Every hair on my body stands on edge and a rage I’ve never felt before fills me while I end the call without a word. I sit on my couch, staring at nothing as I contemplate the words that asshole just spit at me. Pictures? Fucking great. I knew the deal seemed too good to be true.

I should have remembered I’m dealing with men intent on power who don’t care what they do to get there. Sighing, I pull myself up, which I’ve done so many times in my life before, and head to my room to get ready for war.

What better way to wage a battle where I don’t have any leverage? I pull out a dress that looks like a second skin and make sure to put expensive as hell lingerie on underneath. I don’t have a lot of time, but I make sure my make-up is flawless and like I could walk a fucking runway. They won’t see me crack, even if I’m only shards of glass on the inside.

I won’t give the Falsini triplets the satisfaction.

It’s just as easy to get out the backdoor of my place tonight as it is every time that I leave without my security detail knowing. I almost wonder if my brothers realize I can give these idiots the slip. If my brothers think I’m too smart to not go somewhere without protection, they’re obviously wrong.

The thought of walking into the lion’s den with no one knowing where I’m going makes my stomach sink. I’m not surprised when a car is idling right where I was told it would be. The driver hops out and nods at me before opening the back door, “Miss Guidice.”

I roll my eyes as I slide into the backseat and pull my phone out of my purse at the same time. I send a quick text to Fleur and make sure I’m sharing my location with her.

So, the other night at CS, the Falsini triplets saw me there (maybe us). They invited me to a room anonymously and gave me an ultimatum. They keep their mouths shut about seeing me there for one night together.

Fleur:

Holy shit. Don’t tell me you agreed to that? Fuck. You did. I don’t even have to ask.

I did. It was explosive.

I must have passed out.

I woke up alone in bed and that’s when I went down to find you and we left.

Fleur:

Triplets. You kinky bitch.

I giggle at my best friend’s message. She’s not wrong. Even though I don’t like my body’s reaction, I shiver at the memory of how Marco and Massimo moved together, taking me and claiming me. The way Mateo and I burned together was so unlike what I thought he would be considering how cold he seems.

Not the fucking point, Viola. Get back on track.

Anyway. I thought someone should know they called me and sent a driver for me.

I’m not entirely sure where I’m going, but I’m in the car now.

Fleur:

What the fuck, Viola?!? You should have told me before you left. I should be going with you as backup or something.

I’m not bringing you into my mess.

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