Diavola

Killian

Sera’s behavior intrigued me.

Finding out her father had betrayed her must have been upsetting to her, but her demeanor had shifted in an unexpected direction. Then again, this woman was full of surprises.

Her expression was nothing but ice as I led her into the back of the house, an area where she’d never been before. Down a short flight of stairs was a door, and beyond that, my garage.

I watched her as the lights came on and a row of cars came into view. That steel-faced mask she’d put on like makeup cracked a bit as surprise flashed over her exquisite face.

“Which one?” I asked, motioning to the cars.

She tilted her chin to the ceiling, slowly sucking a breath as if trying to keep a hold on her composure. Then her eyes lingered on my blacked-out Ferrari Roma.

“Good choice.” I smiled and left her behind to gawk as I opened the passenger door for her.

“Where are we going?”

“I own a few clubs. I thought you needed to get out of the house for a while. Unless you’d prefer to go