Page 22 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

“I don’t want to die today just as much as you don’t, Princess. Now get dressed.”

I do as I’m told, pulling on the sweats and hoodie. I was expecting them to be men’s and massive on me, but it seems whoever he is actually went to the effort of finding me women’s clothes.

The second he walks me back to the room I seem to be calling home, I regret my decision to get my hair wet, because the chill quickly surrounds me and a shiver runs down my spine.

“You won’t be here long,” he says but quickly slams the door closed before I get to ask what exactly he means by that, or how he could even know.

“Fuck’s sake,” I scream into the silence, although my mood quickly picks back up when I find a fresh tray of actual food waiting for me.

Dropping to my knees, I lift the sausage roll to my mouth and eat it as if it’s the last thing I might ever taste.

By the time shouting from outside my door hits my ears, I’m resting back against the wall once more with my belly full, and the dull throb that’s been assaulting my temples since I woke is starting to lessen.

Sitting forward, I try to make out what they’re arguing about but it’s too muffled.

Suddenly, footsteps thunder my way and the door flies open.

I gasp in shock, scrambling to my feet as the person standing before me glares at me.

“What do you want?” I snap, forcing as much strength into my tone as I can muster. I refuse to look weak. I refuse to cower when it’s what most people do when being threatened with his wrath.

Luis Wolfe.

Lovell’s most dangerous psychopath.

From some of the stories I’ve heard over the years—hell, even some of the things I’ve witnessed—it’s safe to say that his psychotic nature even gives Theo a run for his money.

His cold, dead eyes assess me as I stand there with my head held high.

“What. Do. You. Want?” I seethe, my chest heaving and my fists curling at my sides.

There’s movement behind him, but I don’t move my eyes from his.

After all, I don’t really give a fuck about his minions.

“Where’s your mother?” His deep voice rumbles through the air as disbelief washes through me.

His brows lift when my only reaction is to start laughing.

“Are you fucking kidding?” I ask between my laughter. “All of this because you want my mother? Jesus, Luis. I really thought you had more important things to deal with.”

“I do, but she’s one of them. She has something I need.”

I raise a brow in question.

“You’re so fucking naïve, Ramsey,” he spits out, looking me up and down.

“Is that right? And I think you’ll find it’s actually Ramsey-Cirillo. Do you realise the amount of shit you’ve landed yourself in with this stunt?”

His expression doesn’t falter, but something flickers in his eyes.

If it were anyone else staring back at me, I’d say it was probably fear. No man alive can want the wrath of not only the Reapers but the Cirillo Family on them. But I’m pretty sure all I see staring back at me is excitement.

“I can’t say that you don’t have it coming. How you’ve lasted this long is beyond me.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, little girl.”

“Do I not?” Folding my arms across my chest, I take a step toward him. “My mother might be weak, easily manipulated, willing to do your bidding. But make no mistake. I am not my mother, and I don’t care who you are. I will not bend to your wishes.