I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present.
Us in this room.
We had several rooms like it in the Devil’s Lair. They were like private rooms in a strip club.
Not all Havens were family members. Sometimes, they were girlfriends or just girls we wanted to fuck. So, occasionally, we’d bring them into these rooms and do just that.
I held out my hand, palm flat. “Your secrets.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Seriously, that sounded ridiculous.”
As I scooted closer, I noticed the poor Fawn had bags under her glazed eyes as she sagged against the wall.
She slowly pulled a folded note from her pocket and slid it toward me.
She watched me open it and read the few items listed.
The list was fucking pathetic.
She failed.
I gave no fucks about her favorite color.
The shit she’d put down was all surface-level. I hated surface-level. It meant you hadn’t dug deep enough.
I wanted to dig my claws deep inside my Fawn and cut away everything that was her.
Not in the mood to play games, I pulled the revolver from my waistband and dropped it onto the table with a heavy thud. While I was normally a Glock guy, I needed a revolver for tonight.
Cracking my neck from side to side, I turned to meet her eyes.
Eyes that were now wide and fully alert as her gaze bounced between me and the gun.
I released a long, mocking sigh. “I had a feeling your list would be lacking. You disappoint me, Blair.”
“Enzo—” she started, and I held up my hand, cutting off her words, not wanting to hear any worthless excuses.
She was given an assignment and failed.
I’d punish her for that.
I laced my fingers together, cracking my knuckles while keeping my eyes on her. “Let’s play a game, Blair.”
She tried to scoot away, but her back only rammed into the wall. “Pass on whatever that”—her eyes traveled back to the gun—“gameis.”
Weapon games were my favorite games. Hard pass on Twister or Monopoly.
When I played darts with people who refused to give me the answers I wanted, I used my knife and aimed for their eye. Darts were for pussies.
With bullets, I preferred a few shots first—places where the pain would spread until they gave me what I wanted. Then I’d press the barrel to their skull and pull the trigger.
Those were the only games I truly enjoyed.
Well, those, and the ones I played with Blair. Though I was sure she didn’t share that enjoyment.
Blair quivered, practically flattening her back to the wall. I smirked at that.
I shifted to face her and pulled out a single bullet from my pocket.
