Page 68 of Devil's Game

“Sugar.” A shiver ran up my spine at Spade’s name for me, but it wasn’t of pleasure. No, as Merrick and Kellan both paused, pulling away to glance at Spade, cool dread washed over me like a bucket of ice drenching me from head to toe.

There was apprehension tingeing Spade’s voice, something I’d never heard before.

He had his phone pressed to his ear, his face dropping as the muffled voice shouted on the other end, their words unintelligible, but the panic spiking their tone was clear.

Spade ended the call without another word to the person on the other end, his gaze locked on mine like I was the only person he was concerned with.

“We have to get to the club.”

My stomach sank, like a leaden weight had just been dropped in it, pulling me down.

No.

I shook my head, my mind not wanting to hear the words I knew were about to leave his lips.

“Soph—”

“No,” I shouted, my gaze hardening as I grappled with the guilt wrapping around my chest, its vise-like grip threatening to cut off my airways.

While I was . . .

Bile rose in my throat, souring the moment I’d just had with my guys. I couldn’t even let myself finish that sentence.

I shook my head, needing a moment to grapple with reality as it all came slamming back into me with the force of a freight train.

“She was supposed to be safe.” I wasn’t sure if the words were out loud or in my head.

I could break down later, though. I could let the guilt consume me whole, after I got her back, and after I killed those useless assholes who were supposed to be watching her.

Spade took my hand, and I let my eyes close, accepting this moment of comfort as all three of my men held me.

This was a trap. I knew it was. Regardless, Tommaso was going to die for this. There was no more time for games, no more drawn-out chess games where we each moved a chess piece, hoping to outmaneuver the other.

It was time I took him out, before he could tear my life to shreds yet again.

Chapter Twenty

Giana

Icrashed through theoffice door, rage boiling in my blood as I caught sight of the two imbeciles who’d let this happen.

My guys barged into the room next, not bothered by the security, since Sebastian knew we were coming this time.

“Who should we kill first, sugar?” Spade grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, practically vibrating with excitement.

I wished I could find that joy, too, but it was too overshadowed by my concern for Sophia.

I’d gotten her into this mess.

“Try me.” Zane glared at Spade from across the room, straightening from where he’d been hunched over Sebastian’s computer.

“Nobody is killing anyone.” Sebastian stood, lifting his hands in front of him, like we were all children he was trying to make see reason.

“That remains to be seen,” Merrick growled from behind me, while Kellan gave the failed protectors a look of pure malice I’d rarely ever seen.

“What do you have?” Ice laced my tone as I stalked over to them and swung the monitor around for all of us to see.

Sebastian’s gaze ran over me, taking in my blood-splattered appearance for the first time. Even Zane stiffened, like he hadn’t realized just how lethal I could be until this moment, despite seeing evidence of it before.

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