“Not that I’m going to explain shit to you, but I’m not the cause of whatever’s happening.”
He laughed, then stood. He sauntered toward the bed, and genuine fear moved through me. When he reached the bedside, he leaned over me, crowding my space. “You can tell yourself whatever you want, Princess. But it’s always been about you. And it’s all about to end. He won’t have to worry about you anymore.”
“What’s going on, here?” Dr. Vlahos said, when she entered the room before I could ask him what the hell that meant.
Kai’s hard gaze didn’t leave mine as he started adjusting my pillows, then he faced the doctor. “Just making sure she’s comfortable.”
Dr. Vlahos didn’t look convinced, but she nodded. “I need to do a checkup. So, you need to leave.”
“No can do,” Kai said. “Orders are for me to watch her.”
“Mr…”
“Rossi,” Kai said.
“Mr. Rossi, I can assure you Mr. Puglisi will not want you in the room with his wife while she undresses. But I can call him and confirm with him whether you are to be in the room if you’d like?”
He narrowed his eyes at her but walked to the door. “Make it quick.”
He slammed the door behind him when he left. And as soon as he was gone, I released a breath, my shoulders sagging in relief.
“Are you alright?” Dr. Vlahos asked.
“No.”
“Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No. But he will. Please, get me out of here.”
I didn’t know if he would hurt me, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him being here. She looked at me with concern, but concern wouldn’t help me. She needed to do more. Kai was a loose cannon. He always had been. But I knew he wasn’t here to keep me safe. I didn’t trust him. And I wished Sergio didn’t either. I had a sinking feeling that if I didn’t get out of here, shit was going to get much worse.
Chapter Thirteen
Sergio
The small thirty-foot yacht pulled up to the dock outside the Trident Room, an exclusive invite only club owned by Vasilas Drakos, Dorian’s big brother, and the head of the Drakos Syndicate on the island of Milos.
I was running late, so I was sure my brothers, except for Gianni, were already here. However, I had no respect for any of the Drakos, especially Dorian. The motherfuckers could wait, and I liked to make an entrance, anyway.
With Finley by my side, we disembarked and walked along the short dock until we reached a narrow stone archway carved into the cliff, half-swallowed by bougainvillea and shadows. Therewas no signage, just a discreet brass bell and a man in a white linen outfit watching from the shadows.
“Make sure you keep an eye on everyone, including Dorian.”
Finley nodded.
“Mr. Puglisi. Welcome to the Trident Room. Everyone is waiting,” the man said.
He pushed open the heavy, weathered door.
“Please follow me.”
The slow, pulsing music hit my ears when we stepped inside. Of course, I’d never been to the Trident Room. There was no goddamn way any Drakos would dare invite a Puglisi, but I heard stories about the place. It was somewhere for the rich, powerful, and the horny to unwind.
Shadows danced across the room as amber sconces flickered behind the smoked glass. A trident-shaped chandelier of darkened bronze hung above, its tips dripping with a dim light that barely illuminated the room.
“This is fucking wild,” Finley murmured as he took in the club along with me.
It was very impressive. I’d give Vasilas that much. If I didn’t hate the bastards so much, this would be a place I would hang out.
