Page 59 of Cruel Devil

“Jesus! Watch the wool! This is a?—”

“Say some fancy designer brand and I’ll knee you in the fucking balls.”

I chuckle at Andy’s fierce expression. “You sure you’re Viv’s daughter and not Nyx’s sister?”

Andy rolls her eyes. “Are you ever serious?”

I cock an eyebrow as I drag my gaze down her spectacular body. She’s not emaciated like most of the women I get my hands on. I used to think I was into skinny, but Andy’s curvy figure is doing heinous things to the same dick she seems so intent on kneeing.

“I’m seriously considering stalling this meet and greet so we can go somewhere a little more private, if you know what?—“

Her eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence, if you know what I mean.”

A soft click makes me look down.

I stare at the Taurus pointed directly at my dick. “So that’s what happened to Dolce’s sister.”

When in the hell did she have time to go through the glove compartment? Nyx and Savage practically leapt out of the car when we arrived, so I barely had a chance to grab Gabbana, never mind start a search party for the Taurus’ missing twin.

When my eyes climb back to Andy’s, she studies me and then slowly withdraws the gun and slips it back inside her jacket. My jacket.

So that’s where she hid it.

“You have my attention,” I tell her as I take my packet of cigarettes from my pants pocket and light one. “Now what are you going to do with it?”

She grimaces at the plume of smoke I breathe out, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face like I’ve dropped mustard gas on her.

“Christ.” I extinguish the cigarette against a nearby statue of a supplicating virgin, leaving the crumpled butt in the woman’s cupped hand.

“What do you think happened to Nyx? She looked pretty…messed up when she came out.”

“Fucked if I know.” I shrug, and then point at Bryan’s door with my chin. “Let’s go.”

She pulls me back, creasing my shirt even more. “I didn’t trust that Patrick guy one bit.”

I frown at her. “Look, babe?—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“—there’s stuff happening here on levels you’re not even aware of.”

She glares at me. “Ex-cuse me?”

I roll my shoulders. “Cartel things, if you know what I mean.”

Andy sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, didn’t think so. See, you’ve got a lot of street smarts, but the thug life operates on a whole different spectrum.” I wave at her to follow as I head for the master suite. “Now come on, stop stalling.”

I hear her scoff, “Thug life,” behind me, but she does it quietly so I let it go.

“Thanks for the help back there, buddy,” I tell the guard sourly as we get within earshot. “She almost blew off my scrotum.”

He chuckles as he opens the door for us.

“Dick.”

Andy falls behind when we step inside Bryan’s master suite.

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