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That should make me feel better.Instead, I kind of feel like a prisoner…

Chapter31

Devil

I watchas the man with Torrent walks away.It feels like my damn heart is pounding so hard in my chest it could jump out.I stare at her door, wondering if I truly want to see her.There are a million scenarios running through my head.The urge to turn around and walk out of this damn place is strong and it’s warring with my need to talk to Torrent.I don’t know why I’m even here.It’s obvious that Torrent wasn’t who I thought she was.Diesel’s words come back to me.

That girl is haunted.

I reach out my hand to knock on the door with Diesel’s voice still in my head.

“Who… who is it?”

“It’s me,” I answer, wondering if she will open her door.I don’t have to wait long for the answer as I hear the lock tumbler move with a clicking noise that seems extremely slow and loud.

“You shouldn’t be here, Logan,” she says once the door is opened.She doesn’t open all the way; instead it’s barely enough to peek her head out.

“I was just saying that to myself,” I admit, searching her face.My eyes zero in on the spot Diesel mentioned earlier.She definitely has a bruise, it’s faint and clearly hid by makeup, or at least the majority of it is, but it’s there.

Motherfucker it’s there.

“Then why are you here?”she asks.

“Because I care,” I tell her honestly.

Her eyes widen in shock and her lips separate at my answer—but only for the briefest of seconds and then she wipes the surprise away and it’s like a mask comes over her face.

“You shouldn’t.”

“That’s me.Always doing what I shouldn’t,” I respond.“Are you going to let me in there to talk, or are we doing this out here?”

I ask the question and then watch as her hand comes out and she pushes her fingers in her hair to tuck a stray strand behind her ear.Her eyes look down on the ground and that’s when I see the way her hand is trembling.

“I… I don’t think we should talk, Logan.”

“Are you scared of me, Angel?”

She looks up at me then.Her eyes truly are haunted and seeing the pain in them is gut wrenching.

“I don’t want to be,” she says and her voice drops down to the point that I have to strain to hear it.

“I’d never hurt you, Torrent.Never.I give you my word on that.”

“We don’t really know each other.”

“That’s not true.You know me, Angel.I’ve always given you the real me.”

I watch as she rubs her lips together and swallows down her nerves.

“But… people aren’t always who you think they are, Logan.”

“I’m starting to see that,” I tell her and instantly regret it.Her face closes up.I didn’t mean it as a barb directed at her for lying to me—at least not intentionally.

“It’s late.You should go before?—”

“Before your boyfriend finds me?”I ask, my anger getting the better of me.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

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