Page 68 of The Devil's Weakness

“I’m not joking. Sorry about your door. It broke when Cap and I came to have a look around. I’ll fix it.” I step in front of her and open it for her.

“You’re unbelievable,” she mutters, walking past me.

“I get that a lot,” I joke.

With that, she whips around, and the hurt look in her eyes is like a punch in the gut.

“Fuck you!” she screams. “It’s bad enough that I regret what happened between us, but for you to brag about your vast number of sexual conquests to me is disgusting.”

Her words cut through me like a knife.

I regret what happened between us.

Rolling her eyes, she puts her bag on the sofa and pulls her phone from her pocket. I follow her into the kitchen and lean up against the counter across from her.

“Who are you calling?” I ask.

“Steve,” she barks.

My hurt turns to anger. It simmers beneath the surface at the idea of her calling another guy.

“I called him earlier and told him I would be by to pick up Michael later. But since I don’t have a car, I won’t be able to do that.”

“Earlier when?” My anger bubbles a little more.

“When you gave me my phone back,” she states matter-of-factly.

“So, after all you just went through,he’sthe first person you call when you’re finally able to talk to someone. Doesn’t sound like just a friend to me.”

Now I’m fucking pissed.

“Heisjust a friend. Believe me, don’t believe me… I don’t care. I called him because he has my brother, and I’m really worried about him.” She’s finally picking up on my anger because she adds, “That’s theonlyreason.”

“So I’ll go pick him up,” I suggest, still pissed but trying to move past it before I do something really fucking stupid.

Like find Steve and kill him.

“Oh, yeah… that will go over well. Hey Michael,” she begins in a phony voice. “I’m going to send this giant, scary-looking man that you don’t know to come pick you up. Don’t worry; it’s totally safe. He just kidnapped me and kept me in his basement for a few days, but we’re good buddies now.”

“It was only one day… and obviously, you’d come with me,” I say as she places her phone to her ear.

“Hey, it’s me,” she says almost immediately.

Well, didn’t he answer quickly?

“Yeah, I’m home now, but unfortunately, I don’t have my car. I’m so sorry to ask after everything you’ve already done, but is there any way you can drop Michael off here?”

You wouldn’t have had to ask if you let me get him.

“Umm… It’s kind of a long story. It broke down on the way home from West Virginia.” She finally looks up at me again.

You don’t need to explain yourself to that fucker.

At that, I cross the tiny kitchen and stand next to her with my head dipped to try to hear what he’s saying. I don’t trust this guy. Sasha tries pushing me away, but I pin her with a serious look, letting her know I’m no longer playing around.

“So, how did you get home then?” he asks her.

“A… friend,” she says.

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