Page 93 of Wicked Tricks

“Rome, I-” she said shakily, “I’ve made a mistake.”

I frowned, shaking my head, “what mistake? What do you mean?”

She stood, raking her fingers through her hair, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s stupid,” I shrugged.

“It’s not stupid.”

“Diana, what mistake have you made?” I urged, as she poured herself a drink.

My heart sank deeper into my stomach with every beat of silence.

“Diana, what have you done?” I pushed, my voice growing louder.

“Sierra,” she whispered.

“What about her?”

“She came by before apologising. She was crying, and begging me to let her prove her loyalty. She said she would do anything to make it right.”

I already knew the answer.

I already knew what she was about to say and my head started to spin.

“I sent her to kill him, Rome.”

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Chapter 24

Antoni

Iclimbed the narrow steps of Lilith’s two at a time, racing upwards with a newfound confidence and with clarity of what I had to do. In so many other areas of my life, I was ruthless, decisive, and demanding - but this whole situation with Rome had blinded me to that.

I didn’t need to be that with her. I knew that she hated me from the moment that she met me, but I didn’t care about that anymore.

I had to tell her what I wanted - and that was her.

She might slap me, or shoot me and tell me to never come near her again.

If that was what she wanted, I would give her that. But I knew that I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. It was time to show her the real me, the one who didn’t play games. The one who wasn’t interested in tricking her, or using her.

I wanted her.

I wanted her danger.

I wanted her fire.

I wanted her by my side, to take on the darkness of life together.

The lights were on, creating a completely opposite atmosphere than the usual pink glow of the club. In my rush, I ran into Bea, and almost bowled her over before I caught her by the shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Antoni, it’s nice to see you with pants on,” her eyes flickered to my crotch for a second with a teasing smirk on her face.

“Where’s Rome?” I asked, looking over her head, scanning the club for my girl.

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