Page 5 of The Devil In Disguise

Amaris is the mission I have been preparing for all these years. If it was up to me, I would’ve snapped her neck in an alley somewhere already or kidnapped her to throw her off a cliff. Renato, my father, has the final say and decides when I strike. So for now, I’m just watching her, biding my time while I wait for my orders.

I ignore the coffee she placed in front of me and flash a cheeky smile. “If you needed assistance with your ass, that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be desperate.”

“Pussy is everywhere, wanna see how easy it is to get?” I turn to the other worker behind the counter, who has not been subtle at all about wanting to see me after her shift. “Hey, Goldie Locks, meet me in the back on your break.”

Her eyes light up like she just won the lottery and she shakes her head quickly. “Yes, sir.” I wink at her before turning my attention back on Amaris.

“You repulse me,” she says. She scrunches her nose the way she always does whenever I say something crass. When she gets mad, I swear her hair turns a shade redder.

After I saw her in person for the first time, my hatred for her grew tenfold. I already knew she was a vile vixen, but I didn’t know she would be fucking hot. Her almond eyes drew me in first. They were alluring, like a fox. When I see her face, I can only describe the burning sensation in my chest like a pang of lightning. The confusion further stokes my anger towards her.

I pull out a $10 bill and throw it on the counter. “The feeling is mutual.” With that, I grab my cup and head out, leaving Amaris in her simple little world.

Enjoy it while you can, little fox.

My phone starts ringing when I’m a couple of steps away from my bike. I take a sip of my coffee and take a seat before fishing my phone out of my pocket. Without even sparing a glance at the name, knowing who it is already, I update Renato on Amaris. Nothing new to tell.

“That little hellion knows her place, you just make sure she stays in line.”

I murmur my agreement then ask, “Am I going back to the house or am I meeting you somewhere?”

“I need you to meet me at the abandoned warehouse. Somebody has been running their mouth about things they aren’t supposed to know about and I need you to take care of it for me.”

“I’ll be there.” He hangs up in response.

Our conversations are never longer than a handful of minutes. I have no complaints, the only thing I need from him are my orders. To him, the only thing I’m good for is killing or intimidating people.

A mindless drone that he created.

I down the rest of my drink and toss the cup into the nearest trash can, then start my baby up. My black metallic Yamaha Bolt R-Spec is my favorite distraction from the real world. When I ride, I live in the intangible moment that I’m in and ignore any problems I have.

My gloves are sitting in the pocket of my jacket, leaving my hands bare. I glance at the phrase crossing both my knuckles when I turn onto the bridge, it says HELL BENT. It was the first tattoo I got. I was, and still am, hell-bent on getting revenge for Mama. This is just another reminder.

Smooth roads give way to rocky gravel, signaling me to slow down as I approach an old building about the size of a barn that was abandoned years ago. It used to be creamy white, but now it’s dirty, the metal peeks through the chipped paint and vines have overtaken it over the years. We’ve been using it as a torture chamber ever since Renato discovered it.

The stench of urine slaps me in the face when I pull open the double doors, causing my steps to falter. Making my way to the corner that has a man hanging from his arms, I go straight to the table. I pass Renato whose grimace matches my own.

This guy seems familiar, but not important enough for me to recognize his face or name. More tears fall as his eyes blow wide after noticing me. He visibly starts shaking, trying to speak through the duct tape over his lips. My only concern is I hope the fucker doesn’t piss himself again.

I put a few drops of peppermint extract on a small cloth, then lightly wipe it on the inside of a surgical mask. I put that mask on, then cover my entire face with a black cloth mask. The only color on it is two dark red X’s over my eyes and a sewn-on smile. I learned early on that people excrete disgusting scents when they are scared or dying, scents I have no interest in inhaling. This mask combination takes care of that for me.

Slowly, I turn back around to face tonight’s target. He closes his eyes for a breath, then opens them with renewed vigor. But I can still see the fear swimming in them. Turning my attention back to the table, I look over some of my toys while Renato talks in the background.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Carlos, but I will ask you one more time. If you don’t give me what I want, Kylo is going to give you a makeover with his tools over there. Go ahead, take a look at the table.” I faintly hear footsteps somewhere behind me. “Look at it,” his voice booms. Muffled cries follow shortly after. Taking my gloves out of my jacket pocket, I take off the jacket, set it on a chair, and put my gloves on.

This guy worked for us? There’s no way—he’s a wuss.

“Tell me where you got your information from.” Carlos shrieks when the tape covering his mouth is ripped off.

“I don’t know nothin’, boss. I swear. You gotta believe me!” He pleads.

“I don’t have to do shit.” I turn to the scene in time to see Renato slap Carlos and then stick the tape back over his mouth.

Thank goodness, he’s been whining since I walked in.

Renato claps me on the shoulder. “This is what you were made for. Teach him a lesson, that the Kincaid empire will soon belong to you.” He walks around to my other side. “If you want your revenge, you need to be the best. Show me you have what it takes to wipe out anyone who gets in your way.”

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