Page 53 of Made for Sinners

I hesitated, my frustration warring with the uncomfortable truth of his words.

Luca’s gaze softened—just slightly. “I know my brother’s an asshole. But he’s not keeping you here for fun.”

I swallowed hard, my nails biting into my palms.

I hated that he was right.

I hated that, despite everything, a part of me still wanted Dante to walk through that door and tell me himself.

But he didn’t.

And I had no choice but to wait.

So, with a reluctant sigh, I turned on my heel and headed back to my room.

Luca didn’t say anything as I left.

And I didn’t look back.

But as I climbed into bed, staring at the ceiling, I made a silent vow.

I wouldn’t wait forever.

Dante thought he held all the power.

But he was wrong.

Luca was snoring.

I stood in the hallway, staring at his sprawled-out form on the couch, his arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.

Unbelievable.

The man had one job.

I hesitated for half a second, debating whether I should wake him up and demand he take me out somewhere—anywhere—but I already knew how that would go. He’d smirk, tell me to sit my ass down, and go right back to doing nothing.

No. If I wanted out of this suffocating penthouse, I’d have to do it myself.

I slipped back into my room, grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and fired off a text to Adrianna.

Me:You up?

Her response was immediate.

Adrianna:Obviously. What’s up?

Me:Want to go out?

Adrianna:Where?

I chewed my lip, glancing toward the window.

Me:That club Dante owns.

There was a pause.

Adrianna:You sure that’s a good idea?

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