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I believe her.
Even with my brain twisting into knots, telling me to wait until I can confirm what she told me with Castor, my heart is screaming that it’s unnecessary.
She’s your girl. You can see it in her eyes. You can hear it in her words. Taste it on her lips. Her words are true… So are her feelings.
She’s mine. And fuck, it’s starting to feel like I’m hers, too.
There’s something inside of me saying that this is exactly what I’ve wanted ever since I laid eyes on her back at the crumbling mansion in that suffocating bayou. Even if I didn’t know it then, even if I refused to acknowledge it all of this time, the truth was there.
This is what I want. She is who I want.
And now, I have her, in more ways than one.
… Then, why do I feel so weak?
Maybe it’s because I’m not used to trusting people.
Hell, it almost feels like a formality as I head back to the basement and straight to the secret door that leads to my underground tunnel.
Castor will confirm everything. He has to.
Otherwise, he’s a dirty liar.
Stepping into the tunnel, I carefully close the basement door behind me. Then, I turn right.
Carved into the rounded stone wall is another door. My cellar. Castor’s new cage.
I’ve given him a few more creature comforts than he had at the vineyard—including a fluid drip to help him recover—but that doesn’t mean I trust him.
He’s still my enemy. And maybe even my competition…
Until I can prove otherwise, I’m going to treat him as he should be treated: like a potential threat.
Slipping a key into the bolt lock, I peel open the creaky door, coming face to face with the two guards I had stationed down here.
“How’s he doing?” I ask.
When I found him, Castor was in rough shape. Somehow, he managed to pull it together enough to escape the vineyard mansion. But the second I got him in a car, his body seemed to give out on him. He was out cold for most of the trip back to New York. That was probably for the best.
He better perk up for what’s coming next, though. Because I’m in no mood to be patient with him. I just want to get back to Sophia.
“The doctor just left,” says one of my men. “He told us that he should be awake for at least the next hour, but after that, he should get some rest.”
“Good,” I nod, and they both step out of the way. “Both of you stay out here. I shouldn’t be long.”
Stepping between them, I twist the knob on the last door standing between me and my new captive. Before I walk in, though, I wipe a hand down my face and prepare myself.
No matter how emotionally charged all of this is, I can’t let emotions get in the way.
Still, when my fingers pass over my lips, and a touch of Sophia’s red lipstick rubs off on my hand, I can’t help the flare of envy that ignites inside of me.
With that unstoppable fire still pulsing, I step into Castor’s cage and shut the door behind me.
“What the fuck is happening here?” the giant of a man immediately growls when he spots my familiar face. “No one will tell me what the fucks going on. You said you were working with Sophia.”
For all that he’s been through, the Greek enforcer still seems capable of rage. I might almost be worried to be stuck in a tiny room with him… if he weren’t tied up… and if he was twenty years younger.
I could take him. But first, I need him to talk.
