Page 120 of Heartless Sinner

Not Brooks.

Disappointment hit me before I could stop it.

He crooked two fingers at me. “Let’s go,” he said, sounding bored.

I’d know that deep, merciless voice anywhere.

Enzo.

The only person I’d ever heard him soften it for was Blair.

When I didn’t move fast enough, he seized my wrist and dragged me into the hallway.

The second he let go of me, I spun around and took off in the opposite direction.

“Motherfucker,” Enzo muttered.

I made it maybe five feet.

He locked his arm around my waist and dragged me right back to him before my pathetic escape attempt had even gotten started. I dug my heels into the concrete, but all that accomplished was scraping the hell out of my bare feet.

So much for that plan.

“Don’t do this,” Enzo warned. “I promised Blair I’d go easy on you. Don’t make me go back on my word to her.”

“Fine.” I stopped fighting him.

He shoved another door open and pushed me inside.

I sank my teeth into his hand, just in case they really had killed my father. I needed to punish as many of them as I could.

“Fucking bitch.” Enzo ripped his hand away and inspected the fresh teeth marks. “You never miss an opportunity to be annoying.”

I gave him a sweet smile.

He checked the camera before lowering his voice. “FYI, your dad’s alive … unfortunately.”

“You swear?” My voice cracked.

Fresh tears burned behind my eyes as the brutal video replayed in my mind.

Brooks had already told me it was fake, but hearing it from Enzo killed the last bit of doubt still poisoning my brain.

“The video was fake.” Enzo ripped a heavy black robe off a wall hook and tossed it at my chest. “Now, go finish your Initiation. I have better places to be.”

Twenty-Nine

Brooks

Istraightened the cuffs of my black robe, adjusted the collar, then raised the hood.

Tonight is the night.

When I’d officially make Daphne mine.

During past Initiations, Sons watched their Fawns break from behind video monitors.

That was how I’d done it with my first two.