Page 66 of Hell Breaks Loose

“Yeah, cause the worst keeps sticking a hot poker in our asses. So, what, I’m just supposed to boss around Gavin and Tell?”

“Damn skippy! Just like you have no problem doin’ with me.”

“It’s different with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re like… a cat.”

“What.”

“Cats. They do their own thing. You and me? We’re cats. Wily. Unpredictable. We get things done our own way.”

“And how’s that different from Gavin?”

“Gavin is like a bulldog. Or a rottweiler.”

“So make him fetch!” She grins wickedly.

“You just said how stubborn he is!”

“But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Use him. Give him tasks. He’ll get them done better than anyone.”

“What if?—”

Alaya lunges across the table, snatching my T-shirt and dragging me face first into her chest.

Holy. Ba-fuckin-nanas.

When she lets me go, I flop back in my seat, my head spinning. Words. Uh. Mouth. No. Work.

“Get outta your head. Doubt’s out of fashion and it looks like shit on you.” She slams one palm down on the table, leveling one of those pants-pissing stares. “Quit. Bein’. A. Little. Bitch.”

“Hey!” I snap, rising out of my chair and slamming my hands down, my blood hammering in my veins. “First of all, I. Look. Great. In. Everything.”

I put my face right up in hers.

“And secondly, I might be little. And I might be a bitch. But it’s a stone-cold, ass-kicking, whiskey drinking, bike-riding, dancing fairy of a bitch!”

“There she is!” Alaya cackles, hammering her fist on the table.

“Now get me Gavin and Tell and find me a way in to talk to Hell. It’s past time I whoop her ass!”

“YES!” Alaya cheers, flicking her tongue out to lick my bottom lip before pulling away and marching out of the room without another word.

Leaving me with my mouth hanging open. My heart pounding. My panties soaked.

And a fucking fire in my belly.

It’s time to fucking rally the troops.

12

RACHELLE

“You are in control.”

“Of course you are,” a sultry, mocking voice intones.

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