Page 21 of The Devil's Chaos

“How’s this feel, daddy?” Maddie whimpered.

Daddy? Fucking gross.

“I’m not your daddy. Get off of me and get on all fours,” I demanded.

Without hesitation, I shoved Maddie down and took her from behind, imagining it was Haven’s tight, pink pussy I was plunging into. And as I felt Maddie climax, my eyes locked with green eyes that I would have recognized anywhere.

Haven was here.

She didn’t acknowledge me when our gazes met, instead turning to continue her conversation with the blond jock bartender. When she smiled at him, taking little sips of her drink in a red solo cup, I couldn’t control what happened next. I growled and pulled out of Maddie, suddenly disgusted that I had evidence of her climax coating my dick. She stood up while I hastily tucked myself back into my briefs, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the lips.

“That was so great, baby. How was it for you?”

I looked up again and saw Haven walking away and into the woods. “Fuck off, Maddie.”

“You’re a dick,” she spat, grabbing her clothes and hastily putting them on before storming off.

She’d get over it. Girls like Maddie craved power and bragging rights about fucking one of the devils of The Brotherhood. Honestly, I couldn’t care less that my interactions were superficial. Life was simpler that way. In and out, that’s my motto.

So, why was I suddenly contemplating following Haven into the woods?

I took a few more swigs from my bottle of whiskey, desperate to distract myself. I even laughed as I told a story about when I decided to run naked through a bar mitzvah. Mila laughed, but Archer was in his own world. Theo seemed preoccupied with his phone again. Something was bothering him. Maybe I shouldask him about it later. But right now, my attention was drawn back to Haven during a lull in conversation. She had been gone for quite some time now, and I noticed that the blond jock was no longer tending the bar. Instead, there was a purple-haired, tattoo-covered goth girl behind it. I stood up and reached the bar, startling the goth chick.

“Hey, there was a blond guy here a bit ago. Do you know where he went?”

“Tanner?” she smiled, running her tongue across her frenulum piercing.

“Yeah, Tanner. Where is he?”

“Oh, he said he needed to take a break and went off to have some fun with a girl in the woods. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. Unless…maybe I could entertain you until then?”

“Thanks for the offer, but no thanks.” I clenched my jaw and headed toward the forest, where I saw Haven disappear.

How the fuck did I miss that little punk following her into the woods? If he tried anything with her, I’d rip his intestines out of his body through his asshole. Once in the woods, I listened carefully for any sounds that would lead me to her. The music from the quarry was too loud, but I did spot a small bootprint near a puddle of mud. It had to be hers. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight to scan the ground for more footprints. After a few minutes, I found her trail. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just her footprints I found. There were larger ones that followed hers through the dense forest.

I cursed under my breath, quickening my pace, hoping to catch up to them without making too much noise. The deeper into the forest I went, the darker it became. The darkness surrounded me, only barely illuminated by the dim moonlight filtering through the thick canopy of trees. It was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant sound of music. As I pushed through the dense underbrush, I stumbledupon a small clearing where I could see Haven, who was backed against a tree by Tanner. I watched from the shadows as Tanner’s hands crept higher and higher up her body. I could see the tension on her face as she tried to shove him away from her, protesting his advances, but he wasn’t getting the clue. My fists clenched, and my jaw tightened as I considered my options. She thought she was utterly alone and unprotected in these woods, so she tried to de-escalate Tanner peacefully before things got worse for her. Little did she know, I was the true monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to protect her. I was going to rip that little prick’s head from his body.

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TWELVE

HAVEN

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the forest's darkness, but thankfully, a dim glow from the moonlight filtered through the canopy above me. I headed back in the direction I thought I had come from, listening for the sound of music from the party floating through the trees.

As I pushed through the dense undergrowth, the sound of twigs snapping under my feet echoed in the silent forest. I strained my ears, desperate for any sign of the party. But the farther I ventured, the more the trees seemed to close in, casting eerie shadows that danced in the moonlight. Panic surged within me, threatening to engulf my senses as I realized I was lost. My heart raced, my breath quickened, and I was desperate to spot the familiar fairy lights or hear the voices of the partygoers—anything to guide me back to safety.

My heart skipped a beat as a twig snapped behind me, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. I froze in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. The fear and uncertainty that gripped my mind were palpable, and my eyes strained to pierce through the darkness.

“Who's there?” The darkness seemed to close in around me as I called out into the void, my voice shaking with fear. My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, each thump echoing in my ears until a familiar voice broke through.

“Haven?” The bartender's voice, a beacon of hope in the darkness, called my name. He stepped into the clearing. Relief flooded through me at the sight of him, washing away the fear and uncertainty. "What are you doing out here alone?”

“I had to make a phone call real quick. Can you point me in the direction of the party?”

“Yeah, of course.” he smiled and approached me. “But are you sure you want to head back already? I mean, I just got here. Maybe we could have a little fun out here.”

I was trapped against a gnarled tree, its sharp bark digging into my bare skin as he loomed over me with a dangerous glint in his eye. The fear was like a cold hand gripping my heart, making it hard to think straight. “I actually have someone that is expecting me, so I should probably go.”

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