Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(11)

“Is she okay?”

“Doc seems to think so,” I tell him. I trust Doc. He’s been in our family since I can remember.

“Are you okay?” Luca asks.

“I want their fucking heads. Whoever the fuck drugged her, I want their fucking head on a spike,” I tell him, my voice calm, even.

“I’ll make sure they’re ready for you,” he says, walking out of the room. And I know, within hours, he’ll have whomever it was chained up in one of our warehouses. Usually, it’s our brother Matteo who gets his hands dirty with this sort of shit. But this time, I’m going to have my own fun making this fucker bleed.





Chapter Six





My head hurts. I had migraines when I was younger, but this is so much worse. My eyes slowly open. The room is pitch-black with a sliver of light coming from under a door. This isn’t my room.

Fuck. I bolt upright. My whole body rejects the movement. “Argh, god.” My stomach turns as I feel bile rise to my throat. My eyes are wide as I look around the space. I have no idea where I am. I have no idea how I even got here.

“Shit. Livvy, it’s okay. Come on.” Someone picks me up and carries me across the room. No, not someone, Romeo. He sets me down on my feet in a bathroom, and within seconds, I’m bending over the toilet bowl hurling my guts up.

“Oh god, kill me now,” I groan between bouts of vomit.

Romeo kneels down next to me, holding my hair back. “You’re going to be okay. The doc said it was Rohypnol. This will pass.”

I stare at him as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts it to his ear.

“Yeah, bring a bottle of water and some aspirin.” He hangs up the phone.

“I’m so sorry. Wait… I was drugged?” I ask as the brain fog starts to subside.

“Yes,” Romeo grits out between clenched teeth.

“By who?”

“You don’t remember being at the club with your roommate? You were sitting next to some fucker. I could tell something wasn’t right with you so I brought you here and had a doctor come check you out.”

I blink at him. He did all that for me? A girl he only just met. “Why?” I ask the same question I’m thinking.

“What do you mean why? I wasn’t about to leave you passed out in a club, Livvy,” he grunts.

“Oh.” That’s all I manage to say. Another silhouette fills the doorway, and I remember seeing this photocopy of Romeo at the restaurant. “Where’s Sandra?” I ask.

“She’s downstairs, sleeping on the sofa. She wouldn’t leave without you,” the photocopy says, handing me a bottle of water.

“Thanks.” I take it and set it down beside me.

Romeo picks up the bottle, twists off the cap, and hands it back to me. “You need to drink this,” he grunts—he seems to do that a lot.

“Here, aspirin,” the photocopy says, handing Romeo a little bottle before he turns and walks out the door.

“What’s your brother’s name? I figure I can’t just refer to him as the photocopy forever.” I thought I knew his name last night but now I can’t remember. “Not that I plan to impose on you again,” I attempt to clarify. “Oh god, I should go home. I’m so sorry you had to look after me.”

“Stop. You’re not going home yet. I’m gonna get the doctor back here to check you over again. His name’s Luca, by the way, but feel free to call him the photocopy or the stunt double.”

“You don’t have to do that. Really, house calls are expensive. I can just visit the clinic on campus later if I don’t feel better.”

“It’s too late. He’s already on his way,” Romeo says. “Take these, have a shower, and I’ll leave you some clean clothes on the bed.”

I look at him and then around the room. He wants me to shower? Here. In this bathroom?

“I don’t mind helping, you know. If you need help showering?” He smirks.

“Nope, I’m good. Thank you,” I rush out, feeling the heat creep up my neck and face. The picture of Romeo helping me shower, both of us naked, plays through my mind.

“Okay, I’ll be downstairs, but just yell out if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” I let him pull me to my feet. His hands linger on mine for a beat before he lets go and walks out of the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, I lean against the wall. What the hell have I done? I’m never going out to a club again. My head throbs, my whole body aches, and I just threw up in front of the hottest guy who’s ever spoken to me.

Way to go, Livvy.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he cancels our tutoring sessions now. Oh shit, I was supposed to email him some things to read up on last night. I planned to do it when I got home after dinner.

Turning the shower on, I wait for the room to steam before I strip off last night’s dress and panties and step under the spray. I let the hot water wash over me. It feels good on my sore muscles. Picking up the bodywash bottle, I pop the lid open and inhale. It smells like him. Romeo. The citrus scent does seem to have an odd calming effect on me. Not wanting to overstay my welcome any more than I already have, I rinse off and jump out, wrapping a huge fluffy black towel around my body.