Where the hell did they go?
On my way to the bar, I spotted a tall man with blond curly hair. It was short on the top and slightly untamed. He wore a black suit, his back to me. Either I was losing my mind, or my brother was here in Devil’s Creek.
Aiden.
I pushed my way through the crowd, toward the ballroom entrance. The man slipped out of the room and ventured down a long tiled hallway. Expensive paintings donned the elaborate walls, everything from van Gogh to Metzinger.
I followed the man as he ascended the long staircase up to the second, then the third floor. He was too quick, moving with a purpose. Walking as fast as my feet would allow, I rushed upstairs and searched for him.
Where did he go?
Am I hallucinating?
Midway down the hallway, a flash of light seeped out from one bedroom. The double doors were open a crack, wide enough to see a tall, muscular man rip off his suit jacket. He had black hair and tanned skin. With his back to me, I couldn’t tell if it was Luca or Marcello. They were only eighteen months apart, but they looked like they could be twins.
I watched as he stripped off his shirt and dropped the white oxford on the floor with a silk tie. My mouth fell open as I stared in disbelief at dozens of scars on his back. A gasp ripped from my throat, and he spun around.
Luca Salvatore was possibly the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen in my life. He grabbed the shirt from the floor and slipped it on, his muscular stomach equally scarred.
Luca flung open the door and pulled me inside with a snarl. “What did you see?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” His mouth twisted in disgust. “Why are you up here? Are you spying on me?”
Luca slammed the door, caging me inside his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed, and his eyes traveled over the front of my dress before settling on my face.
“No, I’m not a spy. I was looking for someone.”
He stood between my legs and clutched my chin, tilting my head back until our eyes met. “Who?”
“My brother.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed. “Your brother isn’t here, Drea.”
“I know what my brother looks like.”
“You must have imagined him. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
I snarled at his rude comment. “Ten minutes ago, I actually liked you. Now, not so much.”
“Shame,” he taunted.
“I haven’t been able to get a hold of Aiden. His number is disconnected. He hasn’t tried to call me. It’s been two weeks.”
“I’m sure he’s fine.”
His thumb grazed my bottom lip, and my pulse raced as the scent of the sea and sandalwood invaded my senses. He smelled so good I wanted to lick his skin, taste the cocky asshole who held me captive.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No, you won’t hurt me.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “What makes you so certain?”
I bit my lip to stop it from trembling, and his face contorted into something sinister. His eyes lowered to my mouth, and he gave me a seductive look, like he wanted to take my lip between his teeth.
“Use your words,” Luca demanded. “Answer me, or I’ll have to punish your for being a bad girl.”