Black wingtips stopped in front of me. A man reached down and grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh with force. I slapped his hand, and he released me, taking a step back.
I looked at each of the hooded men. There was a gold knight’s helmet with crossed swords over the left breast of their robes.
That’s when it hit me.
I was with The Devil’s Knights. This was their Billionaire Bat Cave.
I shoved my palms into who I assumed was Luca’s chest, and he stood there, allowing me to pound my fists. But not for long. He wrapped his long fingers around my wrists and squeezed.
“What do you want from me?”
The room was so quiet I could hear myself breathing.
“Why am I here?”
No answer.
He turned on his heels, and the men parted for him. Luca sat on his throne, the hood still in place. I moved toward the dais. The Knights followed, but when Luca waved his hand, they let me approach.
“What the fuck is your deal?” I yelled at Luca.
More silence.
Fueled by my rage, I shouted, “Explain to me why you brought me here in the middle of the night.” I smacked his chest. “Say something, you sick motherfucker. Do you want to play games? Bring it, asshole. I’m so fucking ready to play.”
Luca leaned forward, his elbows rested on his thighs, the hood still covering his face. “You know why you’re here.”
“No, I don’t.”
I scanned the room, wondering what they did with the altar. These sick assholes probably performed satanic rituals and made offerings to their gilded gods.
Luca glared at me, studying me with curiosity. Though he should have been more concerned that I would claw his eyeballs out with my fingers and feed them to him. I was sick of him and his stupid mindfuckery.
“Look, Luca, I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood to play beer pong with your frat bros. So we can keep doing this dance, or you can let me go.”
One man snickered. Maybe he wanted to play beer pong with me. I almost laughed at the ridiculous thought.
What the hell did they do down here?
Jerk each other off.
Fuck women.
Worship the Devil.
Who knew?
I wasn’t sticking around to find out.
Luca’s intense blue irises met mine, and a shiver rolled down my spine. My dark prince was terrifying on a typical day, but tonight, he looked possessed. “It’s time to accept your place with The Devil’s Knights.”
“I never agreed to join your secret society, Luca.”
He smirked. “You never had a choice, baby girl.”
“Because you never gave me one.”
He pointed his finger at the back of the room. “Go! If you want to leave, we won’t stop you.”