Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 30

Salvatore

The night had grown even darker since I left the house, and so did my urge to reprimand the woman I was following for leaving completely unprotected while the fucker who'd beat the shit out of her was still out there somewhere.

Gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white at the thought of punishing her for it, I let out a frustrated breath. No, you don't. I shook it off. Unbeknownst to her, I followed her to Le Flocon De Neige—a swanky little French spot where all the rich kids hung out. The nightclub was on the far end of town. I knew it wasn't her usual hang-out, so my interest was more piqued than before.

Who messaged her? And what do I even care?

The most infuriating part about all of this was how unsure I still was about what fucking compelled me to follow the little pain in the ass in the first place. Despite my brain scolding me to leave her the fuck alone. She wasn't my problem. In fact, I'd been trying to rationalize my decision since I got into the car. Once we entered Luna territory, that was all the excuse I needed to justify my evident ineffectiveness to stay the hell away from her.

Annoyingly enough, I soon found myself in a losing predicament because since the night she came home from that stupid Halloween party dressed as the goddamn Devil when we more or less ended up hate fucking each other. I hadn't been able to get the irritating ass woman out of my damn head. That was a goddamn lie. I had thought about her far longer than I cared to admit.

At first, it started with me following her from work to Lola's coffee shop. Then it soon escalated to where I found myself frequently monitoring when she would accompany various friends out while the brothers didn't have anything for me to do. I filled those free moments with watching her.

It wasn't stalking. I just needed to be sure. That's what I kept telling myself anyway. It was for Matteo. I was the only family he had left. If I didn't protect him, who else would? The irony. Maybe it made me insane, but she was already involved with two other men, leaving me no choice. How was I to know that it would end with my brother—That she wouldn't pick up some random sucker from the club and end up destroying my only family? Extreme? Yes. And I'd do it again. I needed to ensure that she had Matteo's best interest at heart.

"Fucking hypocrite," I snorted under my breath to myself.

Despite everything, I cautioned and continuously warned him about—he refused to listen. I told him how dangerous it would be to let himself become involved with Nic and Enzo's girl, but Matteo didn't care. He wanted Catalina. I despised her for it, and yet, somehow, against my efforts to repel the maddening attractions that began to grow towards her, I found myself too, under whatever fucking spell that bitch put on all the guys. I could have easily exterminated the pest—people went missing in Miami all the time. She just would have been one of many, yet I didn't. One thing about me is I never hesitate, but with her, I'd become infatuated, and I couldn't bring myself to carry out the plan I'd made to get rid of her.

It only made me hate her more.

So the unwanted attraction I had towards Catalina was ultimately why I ended up messaging her to meet me at the club the night Nic and Enzo killed Liam. I tried to justify my betrayal to my childhood friends and my brother by telling myself that I was protecting her—and Matteo. It wasn't that life for her. But it was really because I knew if she didn't leave. That I'd act on those feelings, and I couldn't do Matteo that way. It worked for six months. Then her ass had to come back and fuck all that up.

Pulling into an underground garage, I slowly followed the vehicle she was driving, then passed her before parking a row above her. I sighed through my nose and watched her exit the all-black SUV she'd taken from the house—Nic's.

She walked toward the elevator shaft, looking down at her phone with an ironclad fist around the device in her hand. It seemed she was too distracted to notice me, let alone anyone else around her. So much good her training had done. My jaw ticked in irritation at her carelessness as I watched her disappear into the stairwell instead.

Was she trying to get herself hurt again? Why do I even give a fuck? I rolled my eyes, getting out of my car after I heard the heavy metal door slam shut, signaling to me she was headed down to the club.

"Yo, sweet ride, bro." One of the drunk kids said as I made my way towards the parking lot stairwell. Nodding at him, I picked up my pace, not paying too much mind. I didn't want to lose her.

This place got pretty crowded on Saturday nights. If I let her get too far ahead of me, I wouldn't be able to find her until closing, and I needed to see who she was meeting. I wrapped my hand around the door and swung it open, fearing it was already too late when the staircase was completely vacant. That was odd. We were on the fourth and fifth floors. There was no way she made it down that fast. I took another step to quickly glance over that railing and down into the opening between the spiral-type stairs, and nothing.

Not even two seconds later, a tiny blur rushed in my direction without hesitation. What the fuck? I was slammed backward until I hit the hard cement wall behind me with an audible thud, my head bouncing off of it in the process, and my vision clouded.

"Fucking hell," I cursed. That's when I felt the cold sleek metal pressed up against the front of the hot skin of my throat, and I swallowed hard.

"Why the hell are you following me, Salvatore?" Catalina asked through her pearly white clenched teeth. There was venom laced in every word that left her pouty pink lips and her big hazel eyes were filled with fury as she pressed the knife further into my skin, waiting for me to fuck up and give her the wrong answer.

Okay, I was wrong, and as much as I loathed this woman, my dick hadn't exactly gotten the memo—fucking traitor. Shit, I was so fucking fucked.

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