Page 48 of Devoured By Demons

Furious, I take another step closer and slap his face. “You used me!” I scream. He doesn’t flinch and it only angers me further. “You fucking bastard, you used me to get what you needed, and now you’re going to get rid of me?”

He watches me closely, my red handprint on his cheek. “You’re not coming,” he says again, and the asshole turns and walks away. “Get your bags ready, you’ll be leaving in two hours.”

Ha! Fat chance, buddy.

There’s no way he’s leaving me out of this. As my anger rises, I glare at the photographs and paperwork on the table. Diego really got everything. Each page contains the names and personal details of each of my father’s closest men, including their phone numbers and home addresses. Guilt stabs at me when I realize Diego’s phone calls and texts were likely being traced, and that’s how they knew he was meeting us.

Sighing, I sit on the edge of the bed, drop my head into my hands and think about my brother. If it’s okay for Demon to seek revenge for his sister’s death, I can do the same for Diego.

It’s only fair.

Chapter 18

Demon

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway catches my attention. I rush over to the door and pull the curtain back to take a look through the window.

Breathing with a sigh of relief, I open the door and come face to face with Liam. I motion for him to come in and he follows me to the kitchen where the information I got from Diego is strewn across the table.

He picks up the photograph of me and Isadora fucking in the hotel room and holds it up, smirking. “So…”

I slap it out of his hand. “I need you to take her somewhere safe. I don’t want to know where, just—somewhere far away.”

Liam pulls out a chair and sits. Foot resting on his opposite knee, he rubs at his jaw. “What do you think I am, a nanny? Fuck, D, I thought you were bringing me here to help take that bastard Santos down, and you want me to look after your woman.” He shakes his head. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

Gritting my teeth, I lean against the counter and rub my hands over my face. “She’s not my woman.” And I’m a fucking liar.

“Okay then, use her to get in,” Liam says nonchalantly. When I don’t reply, he continues staring… knowing.God damn it!

Before I can tell him to shut the fuck up, Isadora walks into the kitchen, her bag slung over one shoulder. “Yeah, use me, Zain. It’s what you’re good at, right?” She looks at Liam andsays, “So you’re the one taking me…” She uses air quotes to add “Somewhere safe.”

“Oh, she’s feisty,” Liam says, eyes still on me. “Use her. She knows her way around the compound, and she knows the men.” He says all this as though Isadora isn’t standing right here listening to every word he speaks. I need him on my side, not hers.

I shove a hand into my pocket and pace the kitchen. “It’s too dangerous.” I stop in front of Isadora. “Your father knows who I am now, if he sees you with me, he’ll kill you. Look what he had done to your brother for fuck’s sake!”

Isadora shakes her head. “No, he won’t. Not if he thinks he can use me.” Brushing a strand of hair off her face, she says, “I could be bait.”

At the same time, I shout “NO!” Liam says calmly, “That could work.”

“Are you fuckin’ insane?” I ask him. “They’ll kill her.”

“Fine.” Liam stands and extends his hand to Isadora. “Let’s go.” When he turns to me, he says, “I’ll see you ‘round, D.”

Suspicion creeps in and I watch him like a hawk as he walks toward the front door, Isadora hot on his heels, ignoring me every step of the way. He’s up to something, but if he thinks he can stop me, he’s going to be fucking disappointed.

As Liam’s car pulls away from the cabin, I hear Sara’s voice and turn around to glare at her.

“You have to stop this, Zain,” she says. “Go back to your brothers.”

For the first time in my life, I turn on my little sister and throw all my anger in her face.

“Shut the fuck up! Stop telling me what I should be doing with MY LIFE!” I pound my fist against my chest. “You’re fucking dead, you don’t get a say anymore.” I slam my fist intothe wall and wince at the pain that shoots through my arm. “FUCK!” I bellow, clamping my eyes shut.

When I open them, Sara’s gone. In her place, Azrael stands, the ethereal sheen of his crystal blue eyes is almost hypnotizing. “Perhaps we were wrong about you.” He walks toward the kitchen table, looks over the papers and photographs, then says in a whisper, “Your darkness has almost completely consumed your light.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Arms crossed, I glare at the Angel of Death. “You speak in these fuckin’ riddles and expect me to know what I’m supposed to do.” My jaw clenches. “I’m done with your bullshit. Leave me the fuck alone.”

I storm toward the bedroom to pack a bag and get the fuck out of this place.

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