Page 13 of The Devil In Disguise

This is not the reaction I was expecting from them. Mama has always been somewhat sensitive, but nothing is making sense right now. There is an obvious shift in the air, a prickling sensation shooting up my spine. My gut says something is wrong.

“Time you talked about what?”

They share a look again, but my dad won’t meet my eyes. He stares at the picture for a minute longer, emotions I’ve never seen him show running wildly through his eyes.

“Come with me, mi amor. There’s a lot to explain,” Mama says softly as she takes my hand and leads me to the couch in the living room where I’m sandwiched between the two of them.

I am incensed the whole bike ride over the bridge. I don’t have a plan, but the rage burning in my veins will not cool down unless I do something. My father’s words are playing on a loop in my head, making me see nothing but red. I don’t know what game Kylo has been playing at, but I won’t rest until he and his family are six feet under.

Somehow, the universe wants to piss me off even more and throws me in a traffic jam. It’s so packed on this street that I can hardly weave in between the cars. When a narrow street comes into view, I swerve down the lane for a detour, picking up speed.

The sky looks as ugly as my emotions feel.

It’s true what they say; speak of the devil and he will appear. I hate that I can spot him from a mile away, although this time I think it worked in my favor. Just the person I was looking for. He’s standing outside of a bar talking to some other guy. I turn in that direction and park my bike without turning it off. Whipping my helmet off, I zero in on Kylo and rush towards him, shoving him with all my force.

“What’s the matter, upset that you got in trouble at your little job?” He chides as soon as he sees me.

“I don’t care about that stupid job, you vile son of a bitch.”

I’m seething. If we were in a cartoon, there would definitely be smoke blowing out of my ears right now.

“If you are going to talk to me, fix your attitude or I’ll fix it for you,” he says with a hint of amusement.

Clenching and unclenching my fists is the only thing preventing me from boiling over with the amount of hatred I have for this man. “I know everything,” I yell out.

“What are you talking about?”

The conversation I just had with my parents only gets louder in my head, as if they were repeating the words directly to my ear. Heat creeps up my face and I squeeze my jaw shut tight in order to regain some of my composure.

“I will kill all of you. Believe that, Kylo,” I say through gritted teeth. I’m vibrating from the inside out.

“Good luck with that, sweetheart. This is my city.”

That’s it. That is all it takes for me to direct all my energy into punching him right in the jaw, scratching my knuckles on his stubble. Without letting him get the chance to react, I knee him between his legs and rush to my bike, taking off without another glance.

Catch me if you can.

Was it smart? Not at all.

Do I regret it? Not. At. All.

Chapter 7

That bitch knows how to throw a punch, I’ll give her that. I spit the pooling blood out of my mouth and fight the urge to throw up from the pain radiating throughout my torso. Without another word to Dario, I take off on my bike after her, feeling a murderous rage take over.

You can run, little fox, but you can’t hide.

Amaris isn’t far by the time I get on the road. I speed up, trying to close the gap between us. She’s fast, but not fast enough. Right on her tail, I see an opportunity when she goes to turn a corner. Ramming my bike into her back wheel causes the bike to lose control and skid straight towards a curb, ejecting her from her seat over the handlebars. She falls in slow motion, rolling across the pavement until she’s completely motionless.

I’m not even fully off my bike when I notice a small crowd beginning to form from the pedestrians nearby. I wasn’t even thinking in the midst of my anger and confusion at what her problem was. With as many people as there are on the sidewalks, watching with their phones in their hands or pressed up to their ear–presumably calling an ambulance already–I won’t be able to move her from here or even finish the job.

I was supposed to have more time and privacy to deal with Amaris, but she expedited her death sentence with that little show she gave.

Unfortunately, she is unconscious, but still breathing when I reach her body. Keeping my head down, I pat her down for her wallet before I get back on my bike and go straight back to the compound.

Renato is waiting outside when I pass through the gates, much to my dismay. One of his men stands in my path, preventing me from driving straight back to where my house is.

Slowing to a stop but not getting off my bike, I turn to where he stands on his front steps. “Talk,” is all he says.

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