CHAPTER XXI

I slammed the door shut behind me and turned to Miguel. “This better be fucking important, Miguel,” I bit out.

Winter’s taste still clung to my lips. She tasted fucking sweet like honey. The way she writhed underneath me…She was fucking hot for me, just like I was for her.

Winter was fucking with my head. I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking, finger-fucking her and tasting her. It had been a while since I felt that kind of lust, like I was a damn teenager again.

“It is, boss,” Miguel replied, pulling me back to the reason I had to leave Winter. Just then, Enzo strode in.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded as I studied Enzo’s rigid posture.

Then my phone rang.

“What?” I answered.

“Boss, come back to the house.” One of my guards’ voices crackled through the line, urgency dripping from every word. “You need to get back home right now.”

I straightened my back, the tension coiling in my muscles. “What’s going on?”

“There’s been a delivery. Someone left a package at your doorstep,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly.

“A package? What kind of package?” My stomach tightened.

“It’s not a package, boss. It’s… fucking body parts,” he breathed out.

My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white. “What the fuck do you mean, body parts ?”

“I mean—” The guard took a shaky breath. “Someone dismembered a body and left it on your front porch. And there’s a message. It’s from the Puppet Master.”