Page 30 of Sinful Hearts

They claimed it was suicide, but not everyone believes that. There are tons of comments blaming Emilio’s father, Nuncio, for their deaths and then setting it up to look like a suicide. After days of searching the lake, they only found one body and eventually stopped looking at Nuncio’s request.

No one was charged with any crimes.

I shudder, glancing around the bedroom.

Aurora’s bedroom.

Goose bumps cover my arms, as if her ghost just whipped past me.

Is that why Emilio hates this place?

Does he believe his father is responsible for their deaths?

Did Emilio help him?

Even though I know her phone is gone, I text Dasha.

Me: I miss you.

I send it before typing another.

Me: At least Emilio didn’t set up a honeymoon for us, in case you were curious.

I text my next message with a long sigh.

Me: Love you.

I drop my phone to the side, and to stop my mind from racing, I binge-watch oldAmerican Horror Storyepisodes before falling asleep.

I’m woken up by screaming downstairs.

Cursing.

Banging.

“Liliya!”

My heart pounds as loud footsteps thunder up the stairs, closer and closer.

Get out of bed!

Hide!

I stretch across the bed, reaching for my phone, when the door flies open. The room is dim, and the only light source is the show playing on my MacBook. I curse, dropping my phone, as Emilio moves into my room.

“Get up,” he snaps. “I’ve found a way for you to be useful.”

Drawing back, I place my hand against my chest. “Um, excuse me, Mr. Rude.”

Reaching down, he closes his hand around my wrist and yanks me to my feet.

I twist, attempting to break free, but he’s too strong. “Let me go.”

He drags me into the hallway, downstairs, and straight to the dining room. The screaming and cursing grow louder.

I gasp when I see Leo sprawled across the table while Julian and Damien stand on each side of him. Inching closer, I notice blood soaking through his white shirt.

“You son of a bitch,” Leo hisses through his teeth when Julian raises his shirt and presses a towel to his bloody wound.