Page 32 of The Devil's Chaos

“How’d it go?” I asked.

“As well as you’d expect,” Archer grumbled.

“What’d he say?”

“He wants me to speed up my relationship with Mila.”

“Well, that won’t be hard. You still have her cum on your dick. I assume she’s your pick for The Hunt, then? If not, can I have her?” I couldn’t resist teasing him.

Archer whipped his head in my direction, his eyes shooting daggers at me. “What the fuck? Do you honestly think I’d let your diseased dick go anywhere near her?”

“Hey man, that was one time. That chick told me she was clean.” I threw up my hands in defense, trying to suppress a laugh at how easily I could rile him up.

“She’s mine,” Archer warned.

“Okay, okay. But I can’t help it if she wants a taste of Theo or me.” I should have stopped, but Archer was wound too tightly, and I needed something to distract me.

“Hey, don’t bring me into this!” Theo laughed, tears of amusement welling in his green eyes. “I haven’t even seen the chick.”

“I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you. That goes for the both of you,” he warned, his tone sharp, and his neck veins bulging.

He fell silent for a minute, choosing instead to stare out the car window. And I let him be.

“Let’s just get this shit done so we can get the fuck home,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and continuing to stare out the window.

I didn’t mind the silent treatment for the rest of the drive. My thoughts were consumed with the green-eyed temptress I’d left naked in her bed a few hours ago. Every time I licked mylips, I could still taste her in my mouth. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to adjust my growing erection. I tried to think of things that disgusted me, but my mind kept replaying images of her. She would be the ruin of me, and I welcomed her devastation eagerly.

After we discussed the plan and memorized the blueprints, we arrived under the cover of night at one of the warehouses that held weapons and drugs for The Collectors. We had been chasing our tails for months, and every time we got close to locating the main source of his business, he’d move everything to an alternate location.

We gathered in a tight huddle, surveying the large warehouse looming before us. It was an imposing structure with high ceilings and thick steel doors that were reinforced with concrete. We cautiously approached the warehouse, moving silently and keeping close to the shadows. As we reached the gates, Theo paused to pull out his phone and send a message to our contacts, informing them of our arrival. A few seconds later, a small door next to the gates opened, and we slipped inside.

The deafening sound of gunfire filled the air, drowning out my thoughts as I moved with calculated precision through the chaos. With every step, my heart thumped in rhythm to the screams and cries echoing around me. Bodies fell to the ground, their blood painting gruesome patterns on the walls and floor. My muscles burned with exertion as I relentlessly cut down anyone in my path, fueled by a cold determination to reach my target. Each kill brought a sick satisfaction, a twisted pleasure in taking lives without remorse or hesitation. I was a force of nature, leaving destruction in my wake as I pushed deeper into the heart of the warehouse, hungry for more bloodshed.

17

SEVENTEEN

HAVEN

Throughout the day, I tried to distract myself with cleaning and mundane tasks, but my mind kept drifting back to Kai. I could still feel his mouth on me, his tongue buried inside me. He had left an indelible mark on me, and as the sun started to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I found myself locked in a fierce struggle with my thoughts. Each moment that ticked by felt like an eternity, stretching the memory of Kai's touch to the point where it became unbearable.

Restless and desperate for release, I paced around my room, chewing on my cheek—a habit I picked up after my mother passed away. The orgasm Kai gave me with his mouth was mind-blowing, but I had felt his erection and was so close to having him inside me before he left. I constantly checked my phone, hoping for a message or call from him.

Nothing.

But then that would require us to actually have traded numbers, which we have yet to do.

“Sure, Haven, get eaten out by your stalker and family enemy, then expect that he’s going to call you. Get a grip, girl,” I scolded myself, plopping down on the end of my bed.

The doorbell rang, and I hopped up to answer it. Running my fingers through my hair, I opened the door calmly, half-expecting to see Kai standing there as promised.

But instead, it was my brother.

“Hey, baby sister.”

My heart sank as I took in his bandaged nose and bruised face. Behind him stood Bruno and Rocco—Bruno’s head wrapped in a large bandage that barely covered the wound from where Kai had hit him after I stabbed him with his own knife the night before. Neither one met my gaze, but I could feel Bruno’s anger radiating off of him.

Fuck.

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