Page 90 of The Devil's Weakness

“A friend of your sister’s,” is all I say, though I really want to bark out amotherfuckerat the end.

He looks behind me through the open door.

“Is she with you?”

“No, she’s working.”

He visually relaxes as he tucks something under his shirt and goes back into his room. He’s acting shady as fuck, and I don’t fucking like it. I walk down the hallway and look in his room just as he’s zipping up a bag.

Fuck. What did he put in there?

I stand in the doorway, blocking his way out as he tries to leave.

“Um,move.”

Irritated that I’m not getting out of his way, I can see the anger in his stare building.

“What’s in the bag?” I demand.

“None of your fucking business, that’s what,” he spits.

He charges, barely moving me.

“What business do you have with Death’s Road?”

That gets him to stop. He morphs from a wannabe badass to a scared boy in seconds flat.

“Wha—what? Nothing,” he says.

He’s not acting like he’s one of them, which is a plus. They’re all a bunch of entitled, power-hungry assholes who try to scare people into doing what they want them to do. However, he looks like he might be in some kind of trouble, and that won’t do either. I don’t give a fuck about him, but I won’t have his fucking doped-out ass putting Sasha in the crossfire.

“Don’t lie to me,” I warn him.

“I saidnothing,” he responds through gritted teeth.

The wannabe badass is back.

“If you were smart, you’d stay away from them. I don’t really care what happens to you, but it would crush your sister if you went and got yourself killed. And if you do something to get your sister involved in any of it, I’ll fucking crushyou.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“What’s going on?” I hear Sasha’s voice from the front room, and I change my focus to her.

While I’m distracted, Michael squeezes out of his room and hightails it to the front door.

“Where are you going?” Sasha asks him.

“Out.”

“Are you com—” he slams the door closed behind him, cutting her off before she can get her sentence out.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“What a fucking delightheis,” I say.

She shakes her head and marches down the hallway into her room, undressing as she goes. I follow her and catch her pulling her robe on before I enter. I wrap my arms around her gently from behind and pull her hair away from her neck to gain access to her skin.

“Ew, Blade, don’t,” she tells me.

---