Page 43 of Toxic Devotion

“Leave us,” Marco said.

For once, Rome didn’t protest, even if he glared at Neil the whole way out.

“Marco,” Neil said, taking a step closer.

“I need you to know that this means nothing. It changes nothing,” Marco said.

He felt his brow furrow as confusion hit him because something told him Marco wasn’t talking about helping Cade.

As Marco made his way toward him, doubt slithered down his spine. He didn’t back away, though. He didn’t protest when Marco grabbed him by the shirt and jerked him close enough to slam their mouths together. His lips were rough, the kiss fueled by the anger inside Marco.

When Marco pushed him across his desk, he felt as if they might end up worse off after this than they already were, but that didn’t make him put a stop to it. He couldn’t. Marco was his kryptonite in all things and what Marco wanted, he would give him.

Chapter Sixteen

Marco

CADE WAS sitting in front of him with a haunted look in his eyes. Cade had walked right past his men and sat down, wordlessly demanding to speak with him alone. He’d sent his men away much to Rome’s displeasure, but the restaurant was already full and the last thing he wanted was to draw unnecessary attention to himself and his business.

He leaned back in his chair, head tilting to the side.

“Now. What can I do for you, Cade?”

The man’s dark blue eyes held nothing but sincerity as he said, “I need to get inside the Destroyers clubhouse.”

“Why?”

“Why? Oh, you know, just because they’ve started to rape and murder young girls.”

Those words hit him right in the heart. He wanted to throw the man straight out the door, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew he needed to hear him out. He owed him that much.

He stood and motioned for Cade to follow, saying, “Come with me.”

He led Cade into his office at the restaurant, knowing full well that whatever Cade was about to say or ask wouldn’t go over well with his patrons.

He walked straight up to his desk and got the bottle of vodka and shot glasses out of the drawer. He poured them each a shot and when he offered Cade one and he declined, he threw backCade’s vodka, then slammed the glass down on top of the desk, the sound grating on his nerves.

“What evidence do you have?” he asked Cade.

“DNA.”

Not what he expected though he didn’t let it show. He leaned back against his desk, gaze moving across Cade’s face. “Why haven’t you made an arrest, then?”

“Because I don’t just want to take down one guy. I want them all.”

There was that sense of justice he knew to expect from the man. Considering Cade was here and if he truly wanted back in with the Henchmen, it had to be a CIA job.

“You have no idea why you’re really doing it, do you?”

Cade shrugged, looking almost dejected.

“Most likely not.”

“Spooks. They never tell you anything. They just count on you being able to do your shit without any intel,” he said and grabbed the other shot glass, lifting it to his lips and downing it with a grimace. “Does he know you’re here? No, wait. That’s a stupid fucking question. Did he send you here?”

“You’re still asking a stupid question.”

He snapped his head up, eyes on Cade. There was something in that blue gaze of his. The man knew too many of Marco’s secrets. He didn’t like that very much.