Page 115 of Brutal Devil

That bastard has my wife.

I’m going to rip Amedeo Revello into pieces with my bare hands.

Chapter 27

LUNA

My head feels like it’s been run over by a semitruck.

I open my eyes, my blurry vision slowly focusing. That’s when realization strikes.

One of Amedeo’s guys knocked me out. Clubbed me with the butt of his gun. They must have taken me from Priest’s penthouse while I was out. And from the wooziness and brain fog, I’m guessing they gave me something to keep me passed out a little while longer.

I’m sitting on a hard, cold concrete floor, zip ties binding my ankles and wrists together. It looks like a warehouse of some sort. Men with guns are stationed all around the periphery, some of whom I recognize vaguely from family events in the past.

Fucking traitors, all of them. Disgraces to the Revello name. How dare they take Tomasso Revello’s daughter hostage? Don’t they know who made them wealthy and powerful all those years? What he sacrificed and did to make the Revello family strong? It sure as hell wasn’t Amedeo.

“Look who’s with us again.”

I look up to see blood-spattered Italian leather loafers sauntering toward me. If I had to guess, I’d say there is blood on his slacks too, but they’re black. It’s impossible to tell.

My stomach churns, and I snap my gaze up to my cousin’s face. The affable mask he wore at my wedding is gone. He’s letting me see the monster within.

“What do you want from me?” I demand, determined not to let him see even a hint of fear.

I might be about to die by his hand, but I’ll die without him having the satisfaction of knowing I was terrified.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he says coldly. “But it just so happens that I can use you to get what I’m really after.”

“And what is it that you’re really after?”

I ask him, but I already know the answer. He wants to take my father’s place. To keep the families from unifying. He wants to be don of the Revello family, and he had my brother and my father both murdered in cold blood to make it happen.

He hunkers down, one of his knees cracking as he peers into my face. “I’m after what is rightfully mine. What should have been mine all along.”

“You don’t deserve to be the don,” I spit at him. “Everyone knows my father didn’t choose you. He never would have chosen you. Leo was his son, his heir. He should have been the don.”

Hewouldhave been, if Amedeo hadn’t ordered the hit on him. I don’t say this aloud, though. The less Amedeo thinks I know, the better for me.

“Don’t get mouthy, or I’ll have to do something about it,” he snarls. “And last time I checked, you have to be alive to be don. Bad fucking luck for Leo.”

My reaction is instant. I spit in Amedeo’s face. He turns purple with rage and backhands me hard. Pain explodes in my head for the second time today.

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth, you little whore. The only thing you’re good at is spreading your legs for Andriani scum.”

His insult doesn’t hurt me. Nothing this man can say will cut me any deeper than what he’s already done to my family.

I know I should hold my tongue, but hatred is seething inside me. I’m trembling with rage. And I may as well say whatever the hell I want. There’s no way I’m walking away from this alive. Even if Priest finds out what happened and comes looking for me, Amedeo’s armed guards are crawling around this space like ants. It will be impossible for him to get me out.

Will he try? I’ve been his wife for barely any time at all, and he was willing enough to dangle me before my homicidal cousin like a carrot. It would be beyond reckless for him to attempt to rescue me, especially when he’s finally on the brink of getting what he wants—the two families as one.

“Nothing to say now, cousin?” Amedeo sneers, wiping my spit from his cheek with his sleeve.

A gold-and-diamond cuff link dazzles from the white linen. I recognize those cuff links. They belonged to my grandfather and were passed down to my father, then Leo.

“My brother was wearing those cuff links when he was buried,” I say, stunned.

Amedeo somehow stole them from Leo’s coffin.