Page 152 of Inferno

“To use her weakness against her to get her to speak.” I tap my nose and grin.

Her weakness is me.

As she is mine.

“Take her to the final room.”

I watch the color drain from his face, and he slowly shakes his head.

“So that’s it? She wins?”

I step in front of him and look down.

“I’m The Master of the Inferno, correct? I am positioned to maintain power. You—” I jab him in the chest. “—your role is to execute. Maintain the order behind the scenes.”

He swallows and looks down at my finger pressing against his ribs.

“Yea, boss.” The sarcasm rolls off his tongue as he bats away my hand.

“You want whoever the hell entered her into the games to be welcomed into Inferno?” he asks.

My jaw ticks.

Something isn’t adding up.

I shake my head.

“We make no announcements to the families of the contestants’ results until I get the answers from her.” I look down at my heartbreaker, and my anger sizzles.

“Right. We can hold off a few days. I guess.”

“Have the remaining girls held in the cabin until it’s resolved. Let’s see if she makes it out of the next room alive first.”

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Could I?

I grit my teeth. She’s made me into this man. She betrayed me, and in that very moment, I swore never to trust anyone outside my small circle.

“I don’t like this, Dec. Something’s up, and I bet Enzo knows all about it.”

“Perhaps. But we’re the Quinn brothers.”

I clasp his shoulder firmly.

“And no one fucks us over and gets away with it. Not her. Her family. Nor Enzo. He relies on us now. Our games, our order. Our kills.”

A faint cough leaves her lips and we both look at her.

“Let’s get her set up before she can kill us both.”

Finn laughs, but I don’t join him.

I’m not even sure our first encounter was fate now. But twice.

This is fate in a twisted kind of way.

She was sent here to me.

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