Page 10 of The Devil In Disguise

The worker who was flirting with me the last time I was here is leaving the register as Amaris walks in that direction. Blondie bumps her shoulder in an obvious way when she passes by and snickers to herself.

Catfight.

Amaris narrows her eyes and whips her head back. “I can do a lot worse than that black eye, bitch.”

The girl doesn’t turn or respond, just goes straight into the kitchen. I didn’t get a good look at her face, but I believe she does in fact have a black eye. Amaris has a strong and lean body, plus I know she likes boxing.

Focused on the screen in front of her, she doesn’t notice me approaching the register.

“What kind of name is Duke? That sounds like the shit I leave in the toilet.”

Startled by my presence she jumps, but quickly composes herself and rolls her eyes, muttering, “I am surrounded by idiots.” Turning her glare on me now, she snaps, “Fuck you, Kylo.”

“I bet you would love that sweetheart, but unfortunately you’re not my cup of tea. Or coffee.” I shoot her a wink.

“You couldn’t get the chance to fuck me in your wildest dreams.”

My lips tip in a smirk. “You wanna bet on that?”

Hand on her chest, feigning sympathy, she says, “Bless your delusional ass heart.”

“No, it all makes sense now.”

“What makes sense?”

“It makes sense why you’re always so moody—you aren’t even getting fucked properly.”

Her breath hitches and right on cue the tips of her ears turn red. She’s getting fired up. I lean in towards her on my forearms when she doesn’t answer and lower my voice.

“All this time you’ve probably just needed a good fuck, then you won’t be so pissy all the time.” Her expression doesn’t change, but she unintentionally leans closer to me. “A man who knows how to really please you. Own you and use you until you’re begging for mercy. That’s what you need, don’t you?”

The pattern of her breathing sped up at some point when I was talking. She shakes herself out of it and holds her head high.

“You wouldn’t know what I needed if I drew you up a map leading to my clit. Are you going to order something or not? There’s a customer waiting behind you.”

“I know what you need and I know you won’t get it.” I turn on my heel without waiting for her response, but it follows me anyway.

“I hope you get everything you want and realize it’s not enough,” she calls out.

I sit outside on my bike, waiting for the location of where the next job is, when I see an older lady walk out with a café T-shirt instead of an apron.

“Excuse me, miss.” She startles at my rough voice, so I turn up the charm when she gives me her attention. “You wouldn’t happen to know if the owner of this café is around, would you?” I smile at her.

Her expression is skeptical as she contemplates answering. “Yes, that would be me, Mr. Kincaid. Is there a problem?”

“I love the place and the coffee, but there is a worker, I think her name is Amaris, and she might be a problem. Whenever I come by, I've noticed she’s rude to customers, myself included. I think someone needs to correct that.”

The lady furrows her brows in thought then says, “Yes, of course. I will make sure to have a word with her immediately.”

Nodding my head, I thank her and check my phone to see the location came through. Sinful Sanctuary, the nightclub run by my cousin. Perfect, I know how to get there by heart.

I kick the stand and take off on my bike, letting the wind soothe me as much as possible before I arrive.

It’s still too early for anyone to be inside the club when I get there aside from the bartender and some workers running around. The place is spacious, but once the lights go off people swarm the room until security kicks them out.

A shot of whiskey slides down my throat, stirring the dormant buzz of excitement in my core. The only way into the dungeon is through a spiral staircase in one of the back rooms. This part of the building reminds me of a medieval castle, completely at odds with the main floor.

No one heard me when I entered, so I take a moment to survey the room. My cousin isn’t here yet, but another capo, Dario, is here alongside two soldiers. Strapped to two separate wooden chairs are the goons we are tasked to get answers out of. We can do anything to them, but they have to stay alive at the end.

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