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My lips part. A soft moan escapes before I can stop it.

“I’m not crying for anyone,” I whisper.

“Not yet.”

His hand is suddenly gone, and I’m flipped like a ragdoll, my back slamming into the car as he cages me in. One arm above my head, the other at my throat.

His thigh pushes between my legs. His face, too close. His breath, mint and whiskey and a violence I need.

“The more you push me, the harder I drag you closer, temptress.”

His lips graze against mine, but he doesn’t give me what I want.

No. Of course not.

He lets go of me and stands straight, leaving me panting on his car. He doesn’t say a word, just backs away.

This seems to be how our game is going. Almost breaking for each other.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want a ride home?” I ask, standing back up.

He chuckles.

“Nah, I’m all good. Check the license plate, temptress,” he winks.

Oh fuck.

I slashed someone else’s tires.

Paulie will go crazy if he finds out. So I run.

Heading straight for my car, hearing Finn still laughing as I do.

And that’s when I see it. His Mercedes, next to mine. Fucking mocking me.

Chapter 39

FINN

Tapping my rings on the table in our office inside Inferno, I listen to the clock ticking in the background, wondering what Stephanie is doing today.

She’s close; I can almost taste it—so close to becoming mine.

The fact that she quit her job at the club is another confirmation. And what a good girl for doing it before I even suggested it.

The door opens, and I’m met with Enzo’s icy blue stare and his pristine, tailored navy suit.

"Mr. Testa," I greet as I stand to shake his hand.

"Dr. Quinn."

He takes the seat opposite me, and I pour him a scotch and myself one of Dad’s whiskeys.

Here he is, our king, looking fucking exhausted. He’s quieter than usual. Busy plotting world domination still, I assume.

"How can I help you?" I ask.

Normally he deals with Declan. Him being the boss and all. Mine and Enzo’s interactions are usually brief and sharp. There’s always been an unspoken agreement between us—we don’t particularly like each other.