Chapter 106
Lala
“Alright, Diavoletta (little devil),” he said, voice low, “You want in? You’re in.” He kissed her hair, lingering. “But we do this my way.”
“Of course,” she said sweetly. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”
Uh–huh. Sure, boss, And I’m about to sprout angel wings… Well, technically Lucy was just a mouthy angel who got put in time out. NOT THE POINT, LOLA. Get it together.
Enzo’s arms stayed locked around her waist like he didn’t quite trust the room not to disappear. Or maybe her.
And Lola didn’t mind.
Her fingers fidgeted with the lapel of his jacket–not flirtatious. Just grounding. A sensory anchor to remind her she was here. Awake. Real. Not lost in that black void where her body had gone one way and her consciousness the other.
“So Diavoletta, any thoughts?” Enzo murmured against her temple, voice low and rough–like smoke curling from a freshly lit match.
Lola tilted her head to look at him. “Always.”
And this time, she whispered it softly–too soft for the others to hear.
“I like this new nickname, fitting, your little devil only dances for you.”
His fingers flexed at her waist.
She didn’t step out of his hold–just pivoted slightly in it to face the table again.
“Well?” Gino prompted, grin already half–cocked. “You stormed the gates, dropped your wisdom bombs–what now? You gonna fix the city with voodoo and lipstick?”
Lola grinned, sugar–laced and unapologetic. “Nope. Now we ruin people.”
Enzo didn’t flinch. He just held her tighter.
Jake cleared his throat from the end of the table. “Already building a ransomware payload with a custom unlock puzzle. Virus is uploaded and dormant inside one of their shell companies.”
He didn’t look up. Just typed like his fingers were possessed.
“Payload deploys in twelve hours. Unless you want it sooner.”
Lola raised her brows. “You’re already in?”
Jake’s mouth twitched. “You said humiliation. I skipped glitter and went straight for industrial–strength embarrassment.”
Dom blinked. “What does that mean.”
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Jake finally looked up, deadpan. “They’ll open a crate labeled medical–grade disinfectant and find one hundred 55–gallon drums of lubricant–delivered directly to the homes of their parents and grandmothers.”
Gino wheezed. “I’m sorry. Did you say–grandmas?”
Jake nodded. “With a note attached: ‘For the Freak Off. Keep hidden.“”
Nico nearly fell out of his chair.
“Oh my God,” Dom choked. “The press coverage alone-”
“They’ll never be allowed at Sunday dinner again,” Gino said reverently.
Lola blinked slow. “Jake… you’re doing the lord’s work.”
He’s deranged. I love it. I should bake him cookies, maybe brownies! Oh! Or cake pops? Yeah, seems like a cake pop kinda fella. Definitely something psychos eat.
I laughed too. Smirked. Took control. And I still feel like I’m floating a foot outside my body.
Someone drugged me.
Took my body.
And for hours–I wasn’t even there to feel it.
Just breathe.
In–two–three–four.
Hold–two–three–four.
Out–two–three–four.
Hold–two–three–four.
Repeat.
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