Page 32 of The Devil Can Be Kind

It was a respect thing—or at least that was what I told the others when I had gone back to the booth with my hand dripping with an imbecile’s blood earlier that evening.

I had decked that stupid little twerp with the shitty tattoos and God-awful spikey hair not because of his blatant disrespect toward Adalyn—like I had told everyone else was the case—but because I had merelywantedto. And fucking hell had it felt good.

Just not as good as what had comeafterI’d punched him.

Ada’s sweet ass bent over in front of me and her lips brushing my skin had me stiff as a blade and wound up so tightly that I needed to either fight or fuck to calm down. This time I had chosen the latter, picking up one of the girls that had swarmed around me and my men all evening like goddamn buzzards.

It was an easy fuck until Ada came storming to the door dressed in nothing but a scrap of black silk and lace. I had to force myself to slam the door in her face, her audaciousconfidence a second away from snapping any self-restraint I had left.

I wanted to fuck her so bad in that moment I could barely think straight.

But instead of giving into the screaming urge to take her, I had forced myself to turn my attention to the female that had still been wrapped up in my bedsheets. I gave into my carnal need for release by pounding into her. Imagining sleek blonde hair and wide doe-like eyes staring up at me while fucking the mousey looking woman I never truly wanted.

When we had finished, I promptly booted her ass out and took a hot shower. I worked my neck and shoulders under the steam, needing to ease the tension that a quick fuck had done nothing to sate, but it was no use.

I’m losing my goddamn mind.

I sighed and pressed my forehead against the cool tiles, adjusting the water until it ran cold.

ADALYN

“Get your grumpy ass up! Breakfast is here.”

Jesse’s familiar voice rang out across the room, rousing me from sleep. He had flung open the door and was waiting impatiently just inside it, bathing the room in bright light.

“Get lost, Jesse!” I groaned, turning and burying my head back into the pillows.

“It’s ten thirty! If your grouchy ass isn’t in here in the next ten minutes, then I’ll drag you out myself.” He threatened and shut the door behind him.

I sighed and unwillingly pulled myself out of bed, finally lured by the smell of breakfast and coffee that wafted into the room. I shuffled into some black leggings and threw on the oversized shirt I’d packed, pulling my hair into a bun and dabbing a bit of concealer under my puffy eyes before giving myself a once over in the mirror.

Yup… still look hung over.

I shrugged it off, giving up on making myself look half decent for the sake of my growling stomach.

I heaved my way out of the door and almost balked.

I had grown so used to eating alone with Jesse that it hadn’t occurred to me that Marco would join us for breakfast. Yet there he was, seated at the head of the table in front of a plate of pancakes and bacon.

Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed my entrance yet, as he tapped away on his phone.

“You look like shit.” Jesse chuckled around a bite of sausage meat.

“Gee, thanks Jess.” I smiled back sarcastically, plating some pancakes for myself and downing a few painkillers.

“Have fun last night?” Jesse mocked.

“It was…alright. Though I remember dancing with an uncoordinated twit most of the evening so that was a bit of a dampener.” I taunted and he gave me the male equivalent of a resting bitch face.

“I’ll have you know I am a great dancer.” He argued, pointing a fork in my direction.

“Hmm… I’ve been with better.”

“Wow, Bandit, just wow.” I couldn’t help but giggle at him, earning me a wink.

“Bandit?” Marco frowned, directing his question to the man on his right.

“It’s just a nickname, Marco.” I answered instead, rolling my eyes. “I guess we don’t need to ask whether youhad a good night seeing as the whole of the city could hear it.”

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