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This woman was more like death herself. Cunning. Complicated. A viper dressed in silk.
The old me had been okay with being a plaything in this house.
But now?
I was more than ready to play my own hand. More than anything else in this world, I wanted revenge. Revenge against the men who had scared me, the ones who’d haunted my dreams and made my life a living hell. At the top of that list, one man stood out.
Andre Bianchi.
I was done being scared and tired and confused.
My father had thrown me to the wolves.
Now, I was ready to snap back, sinking my teeth into his flesh where it hurt most, and I wouldn’t let up until he’d felt every ounce of pain I’d suffered.
In the foyer, Killian waited for me. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me. My stoic face stayed in place as he took me in.
“Whatever this surprise is, you’d do well not to disappoint me.”
CHAPTER 52
KILLIAN
Sera’s behavior intrigued me.
Finding out her father had betrayed her must have been upsetting to her, but her demeanor had shifted in an unexpected direction. Then again, this woman was full of surprises.
Her expression was nothing but ice as I led her into the back of the house, an area where she’d never been before. Down a short flight of stairs was a door, and beyond that, my garage.
I watched her as the lights came on and a row of cars came into view. That steel-faced mask she’d put on like makeup cracked a bit as surprise flashed over her exquisite face.
“Which one?” I asked, motioning to the cars.
She tilted her chin to the ceiling, slowly sucking a breath as if trying to keep a hold on her composure. Then her eyes lingered on my blacked-outFerrari Roma.
“Good choice.” I smiled and left her behind to gawk as I opened the passenger door for her.
“Where are we going?”
“I own a few clubs. I thought you needed to get out of the house for a while. Unless you’d prefer to go back to your room?”
That got her moving.
I sat behind the wheel, and she slid into the passenger seat beside me. Her dark eyes searched mine for more information. Nothing got past her. She knew I wasn’t telling her everything.
The weight of her eyes followed me as I pulled out of the garage and sped toward the gate. The engine sent a steady vibration through the interior of the sports car. I glanced over at her as we drove past the security booth and along the straight driveway that stretched for miles. I held her gaze as I pressed down on the gas. Turning back to the road, I could see from the corner of my eye that she didn’t flinch or look away from me as we topped eighty, then ninety miles an hour.
“It’d be a waste of a car if this is how you plan to give me the end I asked for earlier.”
“I’m taking you out, just not in that way.” I chuckled at my own play on words and slowed for a turn. Sera finally looked away from me, her eyes focused out the windshield as we continued to fly down the road.
This was in no way a date. Taking her to the club had been an afterthought, one I should’ve reconsidered. But she’d been locked up in one place for weeks now and based on her attitude and disposition, she’d most definitely started to crack. It would do her some good to have a change of scenery.
At one point, I had wanted to see her crumble. I’d wanted to wear her down and make her pliable to my will. In some ways, she’d already submitted to me, and the thought of it thrilled me.
I ran my tongue over my teeth as I glanced at her long legs in that tight dress. It revealed almost everything to me—everything I’d already consumed but couldn’t get enough of. Pulling into a parking garage, I wondered if this was a mistake. If she was still contemplating running from me, now would be the perfect opportunity for her.
Her present disposition made me think the urge to flee had subsided. For now.
