Page 76 of The Devil's Chaos

“What exactly do you think you can help us with?” Archer cut straight to the point.

But my little lamb had claws, and I smiled when she snapped right back. “Really, Kai? Who does this asshat think he is?”

“Asshat?” Archer laughed bitterly. “Tell us what you know and how much money you want for the information.”

“Fuck you,” she retorted, walking away and leaving us standing at the front door.

Goddammit, if I didn’t enjoy watching that tight ass of hers walk away.

“Archer, I told you to hear her out,” I sighed. “I wouldn’t waste your time and jeopardize Mila’s safety for some fool’s errand. Please show her some respect.”

“Fine,” Archer huffed, gesturing in the direction Haven had gone.

I led them into the living room, where Haven was standing with her arms crossed, that same angry expression on her face that made my dick hard.

“Archer wants to apologize for being an asshat,” I told her as I grinned in Archer’s direction.

Haven looked at Archer, planting her feet as she waited for an apology.

“I’m sorry. Now, can you please tell me how you think you can help find Mila?” he asked begrudgingly.

She walked over to the long black-out curtains covering her windows and pulled them open. She pointed toward a building in the distance, which I knew to be The Collector’s headquarters-slash-strip club. “This is where Alexander took her.”

“GPS already told me that.” Archer scoffed, rolling his eyes like this was all a waste of his time.

Haven didn’t let it phase her, though. “Yes, but you’ll never get within a mile of that building.”

“What, and you can?” he sneered.

Haven briefly glanced at me, seeking permission to reveal the truth about who she was. I gave her a slight nod and hoped for the best.

“As his sister…I’d like to think so,” she challenged him.

I realized that I subconsciously positioned myself between Archer and Haven, ready to protect her if needed. I knew how this must look, my contact being Alexander’s sister, and if I were in his shoes, I don’t know if I could resist killing the closest person to him just for the satisfaction of it. But, if I had to, I would stop him. I couldn’t make any other choice. She was imprinted on my soul, even if she wanted nothing to do with me.

“What makes you think I won’t use you as leverage to get her back?” Archer threatened.

“And in doing so, you’ll get yourself and everyone else killed, and what do you think will happen to your wife then?” she countered, surprisingly calm.

“You’re his sister,” Archer hissed. “I’m sure he’d be willing to make a trade.”

Archer looked at me after speaking, and I silently mouthed, "Calm down.”

“Alex couldn’t give two shits about me. Even his own sister isn’t enough for him to trade for someone he fought so hard to get.”

“How do you know that?” Archer inquired.

Haven hesitated, weighing her words carefully. She was trying to decide what information to give him and what to keep to herself. I could see her internal struggle, and I felt guilty for putting her in that position. All I wanted was to retreat into the secret world she and I had hidden in, away from the bullshit.

“You don’t know him like I do,” she said softly.

“All I care about is getting to Mila and burning him and the rest of those nasty fucks to ash,” Archer replied, uninterested in anything else.

“The chances of me getting you inside unnoticed are slim. There are too many cameras, and he has that place guarded by an army. You’ll be dead before you can even step inside,” she warned.

“Then what good are you?”

“I can get to her. I can get her out,” she stated confidently.

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