Chapter 4

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“ Y ou’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 wraps a cloth around his dick, desperate to extinguish the fire. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless. I’m nowhere near done with him yet. But I’m too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing before me to be bothered with him right now.

Six months, I’ve been looking for the little princess. I 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 gazeroams her naked body, and I grunt.

Taking off my suit jacket, 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 and looks away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got fucked up by the mob bosses who run this town. But some of us, like Ciaran, got more fucked up than the rest.

“Stay close to me, Principessa .”

“You just told me you’re a monster, and now you want me to stay close to you? No thanks.”

“I may be a monster, but you’re surrounded by demons. Better pick your poison, love. You’re gonna have to swallow somethin’, either way.” I brush her soft cheeks with the back of my hand. “Your screams of pleasure are burned 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, knowing I’ll kill every fucker in the room, throw her over my shoulder, and bind her up if she makes the wrong one.

Had I known who she was at the club, 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’s no way I’m letting Reese Ferreri slip through my fingers a second time.

Finn steps closer and grunts. I allow it, but only this once. If he tries 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 trying to help the situation but doesn’t know this goes beyond our intended business. I’m in a fuckin’ clusterfuck, and I’ve got no way out.

Finn is a crazy motherfucker. He barely talks. His entire persona is animalistic. People fear him, which makes him effective. They’re so taken aback by him that they’ll do anything to have him go away. He’s a complete contrast to his twin brother, Ciaran, who’s all charm and uses words to get anything he wants. Ciaran smirks and people fall apart. It could be the supermodel good looks or the sheer size of the fangs that flash whenever he opens his mouth.

Reese clings to me. It’s a foreign sensation, but I like how her soft curves fit with my hard lines. People rarely attach themselves to me. I’m the man you run away from, never toward. The Grim Reaper coming to take your soul.

Reese’s eyebrows knit together as she inhales a deep breath and meets my eyes head-on. “I pick you.”

I smirk. “Good choice. Please wait while I take out the rest of the trash.” I extend my arm, and Finn places the can of lighter fluid in my hand. “Hold him down.”

Luc’s eyes almost 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. The sheer agony of flames violently licking his skin.

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. 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, dare to take from me, and think they have a right to touch what belongs to me.

I bend, making sure I take in the horror in his eyes, the terror I placed there, and I’m comforted. “They call me the Psycho Pyro for a reason, Luc.”

Getting up, I catch Reese’s eyes. She’s transfixed, but she doesn’t seem frightened. A loyal daughter of the dark. I don’t take my eyes off her. I can’t. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful. It’s like someone’s kicked me in the gut.

“Take care of the other two,” I tell Ciaran.

“Where the fuck you goin’?” he asks.

“I’m getting her out of here.”

Reese’s eyes go wide. “The fuck you are.”

She runs. She’s fast. There were no reports about her being a track star. I thought she was just another boring princess. The way she fucked that night should have made me think differently. She doesn’t make it far before I have my arms wrapped around her. Reese screams, which is stupid because no one can help her. She isn’t under anyone’s protection here but mine.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yells, her long legs trying to kick me as her nails dig into my skin, leaving the same marks she did that night six months ago.

“Calm the fuck down, and I will.”

“I’m pretty calm, considering I just watched you light a man on fuckin’ fire. I’m not fuckin’ dying like that. I’ve heard stories about you from my father.”

I feel the rage in me when she mentions Ferreri. “Yes, well, your father should know about monsters since he created me.”

She stops struggling, her voice barely a whisper. “What does my father have to do with you? I thought you worked for Rossi. He and my father aren’t friends.”

“They used to be. Had a falling out about thirty years ago. Listen, calm down, and I’ll tell you what you want to know, but if you keep going on like this, you’re not gonna like the man I turn into. I’m warning you, Principessa , don’t fuckin’ test me.”

“Why should I believe you?”

I chuckle. The girl has fire. “You probably shouldn’t, but now you have no other choice. Besides, I just burned a fucker to a crisp for trying to mess with you. If that doesn’t show devotion, I don’t know what does.”

“Was that some sort of mafia courting thing? Like, ’Hey woman, I want you to watch me prove myself by burning some fucker alive .’”

I shove her up against the wall and drape my body over hers, my cock rock-hard pressed to her back, letting her feel how excited all this is making me. “I don’t court, I fuck, and based on my sharp fuckin’ memory, you like how I fuck. No, fuck that. You crave it. I bet if I touched your pussy right now, you would be fucking dripping for me.”