Page 18 of Pray for the Damned

“What are you doing here, Kade?”

“I thought I’d come see what my little brother does all day,” I tease.

“The opposite of what you do,” he growls.

“How do you figure?”

“You end people, and I save them. I give them something to hold on to when they’re at their lowest.”

“What? A fake God?”

He cuts me a glare. “That’s your opinion, Kade. But there are millions of people in the world that disagree with you. Including me.”

I roll my eyes and drop my head back, staring at the chipping paint on the ceiling. This place could really use some upgrades, and I can’t help but wonder why my brother hasn’t bankrolled them. He has money coming out of his ears, even if he refuses to acknowledge it, and he could use that money for good, rather than evil, like how he would describe my spending habits.

“What do you want?” he asks. “I know you didn’t drop in just to question my beliefs.”

“I want to talk about Waverly.”

That gets his attention. He turns his body to face me, his features tight at the mention of the woman that has captured our attention without even knowing it. “What about her?”

“I want to know if you’re going to make a move.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

I chuckle. “Where Waverly is involved, everything is very much my business.”

A low growl escapes his throat, and I don’t miss the way his fists tighten and his throat bobs with anger. I’m pushing him closer and closer to his limits, but I don’t think he’ll cross them. Not here at least.

“What does it matter to you?” he finally asks.

“If you’re not, I will.”

“And if I do? You’ll leave her alone?”

“I didn’t say that.” I smirk.

“Kade,” he warns. “Dad watches you much more closely than he does me. If he catches wind of her, he’ll hand her over.”

“He won’t know anything. He leaves me to my own devices for the most part. I haven’t seen the old man since I moved here.”

“You’re going to get her hurt.”

“And you’re not? He watches you too, you know? He’s just as likely to find out about her through your pursuit of her as he is mine.”

“You’ll hurt her,” he growls.

“And you won’t?” I raise a brow at him. “Last time I checked, your desires are just as dark as mine are. You just have religion to hide yourself behind, instead of a gun like me.”

Without waiting for a response, I stand and turn to him.

“I’ll be seeing you, brother.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

WAVERLY

“Alright, that’s all the employment paperwork done and dusted.” Wyatt smiles at me from across the desk. “Here’s the schedule for the rest of the week and next. Obviously it’s late notice, so if any of this conflicts with something you already have planned, just let me know, and I can move things around.”

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