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Sonny snorted with laughter.
Shaking my head, I smacked his muscular biceps. “Stop flirting with me.”
“You have the eye of every man in this room.” He tugged on the thin spaghetti strap on my shoulder. “And this dress is stunning.”
“Luca chose my dress.”
His fingers trailed down my bare arm, making me shiver. “But you painted your body with glitter. I’m guessing the fingerprints on your skin are from Luca. Or did you let Marcello touch you? Hmm? You know, he tells me everything.”
“So,” I said to change the conversation. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
Sonny sipped from the highball glass in his hand, scanning the crowded room. “I’m currently unattached.”
“Afraid of commitment?”
His eyes found mine. “Haven’t met the right person.”
“Your parents don’t meddle in your love life?”
“We’re Irish,” he said as if that explained everything.
Bastian and Damian Salvatore entered the room from the private entrance. They both had hair like a raven’s feathers and lean muscular bodies hidden beneath their expensive designer suits. I hadn’t seen them since Aiden disappeared.
Time had served them well.
They made a beeline toward Luca, whose stony demeanor shifted when he saw them. Flanked by Bastian and Damian, Luca looked like a king, leaning against the wall as if his shoulders were holding up the damn thing. Everyone wore a mask except for Luca and his brothers.
The Salvatore men were so delicious my heart raced as I examined each of them. Bastian’s hair was messy, like he’d rolled out of bed and still looked hot. He scrolled through his cell phone with a smug expression on his gorgeous face. What was with all of them? None of them ever smiled. Smirked, yes, but never anything that resembled a genuine smile.
Damian’s shirt was untucked, a few buttons open, revealing the dark tattoos on his chest. A red lipstick stain was on his collar, and his gold silk tie hung around his neck.
I glanced up at Sonny. “What’s their deal?”
“Damian’s a fucking psychopath,” he said, raising a glass to his lips. “He’s into some sick and twisted shit.”
He said it so casually that it came across asDamian likes to golf nine holes on Sundays. Unlike most people in Devil’s Creek, Sonny made you feel at ease.
“Are we talking Dexter-level psycho?”
He bobbed his head. “As a matter of speaking, yes.”
A chill rolled down my bare shoulders. Sonny’s declaration should have creeped me out, but it was no surprise with Arlo as their father.
“Word of advice,” Sonny said, a warning in his tone. “Never put yourself in a position where you’re alone with Damian. He has a thing for blood.”
“Good to know.”
At the Salvatore table, Luca’s brothers huddled around him. They seemed to gravitate to him like he was the center of their universe. Even Marcello followed his older brother’s orders.
I nudged Sonny with my elbow, and he looked down at me. “What about Bastian? Does he have any scary kinks I need to know about, seeing as I’m living under the same roof as these weirdos?”
“Bash is a sadist. He’s into bondage. I taught him a thing or two about tying proper knots.”
A haunting smile tugged at his mouth, giving me serial killer vibes. He seemed delighted by the idea of binding someone. These men… and the weird shit they liked.
“Can’t be any worse than what Luca has done to me,” I offered since we were spilling our secrets.
Sonny laughed. “We’re all sick fucks.”