Todos los capítulos de In the Company of Killers: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Enzo TWO WEEKS AGO... I'm flipping through files on my desk when a soft knock sounded on the door. "Come in," I say gruffly, partly annoyed at the disturbance and partly from exhaustion. My assistant of one week, Mina steps into my office and I don't bother looking up... until she sets a tray on the coffee table and the words start blurring on the paper. Fuck. I've been running on nothing but coffee and alcohol and it was finally taking a toll on me. I lean back in my seat and let my eyes roam over her figure coolly. She was slender, her dark hair barely reaching past her shoulders. Her tight dress hugged her figure and as my eyes traveled I noted that she had a nice ass. She loo

Dylan Emilia guides me through the maze of hallways and she never once bothers to look up from her phone. I stare at it longingly. Natalie is probably worried about me and Marianna... I was supposed to pick up my bridesmaid's dress from the store. Shit. She was going to kill me. Not if this family doesn't kill you first, my conscience says. Truer words have never been spoken. I've been missing for probably a day... can't be sure, the drugs they knocked me out with to get me here, had my mind still a little foggy. "Can I borrow your phone?" I asked. She looks up at me and after a while, shakes her head.

Dylan I make my way up to my bedroom still in my running clothes. I drag my hand along the right wall so I wouldn't get lost as I count the doors. My room is the third door on my right... or is it the fourth? I get to the third door and grip the doorknob uncertainly. I turn and yank the door open. What I saw had my cheeks turning bright red and my eyes bugging out of my head. They were both butt-ass naked. Emilia had her legs wrapped around his bare hips. Her hair disheveled and the scent of sex hitting me hard at the door. "Dylan?" I slammed the door shut, spinning around and speed-walking to my room

Dylan The house is alive with people hustling about trying to get decorations up for the party tomorrow. I almost walk into some men carrying a chandelier. They didn't recognize me as one of the Correttis so I got a good word or two about how I should watch where I'm going. I just woke up so I don't have the energy to return the favor. Instead, I ignored them and just went on my way. In nothing but my pajama shorts and a thin silky robe I wandered into the kitchen. He was there, dressed impeccably in one of his many dark suits, leaning against the counter, a glass of coffee in one hand and the new paper in the other. He looks up when I enter. His dark , unreadable eyes rake over me shamelessly and my skin tingles at his attention. "Good morning," I murmured

Dylan "What the hell was that!" Enzo roared slamming my bedroom door behind him. He'd followed me in here after the guests had trickled out at the end of dinner. His glared at followed me the entire time. I snuck out early to avoid the blowout I was sure was coming after my stunt with Nino at the table but of course, Enzo's fury has its own honing device. I gave him a bland look. "I don't understand what the big deal is. No one saw us." "It doesn't matter. You are my girlfriend, not his--" "Fake girlfriend," I reminded him. "We had a deal." "You don't have to remind me." His jaw ticked and he folded h