Page 61 of Demon

His greedy gaze shifts to Milly, and my stomach churns as his lips curl into a disturbing grin. Without warning, he grabs her arm and yanks her to his side. She struggles, but he tightens his grip.

“Ah, ah,” he taunts, waving the gun around as if to remind us of who’s in charge. “While you think about howyou’regoing to get me that money, I think I’ll have some fun with your friend.”

My blood runs cold.

Milly’s face goes white, her body trembling. He drags her toward the closed bathroom door as she screams, “Wait! I’ll give you money! I have money!”

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Demon

My blood pressureis through the roof. It’s been threelonghours, and I’m feeling twitchy. While sitting on a stool at the bar, I drain the rest of my beer.

“Jett,” Sammy calls out and runs over to me. “When’s Mommy coming home?”

Ivy hasn’t been out of my sight this whole time, not until I knew she was safe. There’s an uneasy feeling flowing through me. I get off the stool and grab Sammy’s hand. “I’m sure she won’t be long. How about you go play with Conan for a bit and I’ll call your mom?”

She nods her head and skips toward the rear of the house, her brown locks bouncing as she goes.

I call Ivy. I need to hear her voice, but it rings and rings and then rings out. I couldn’t give a shit if I sound like a possessive psycho... I am one. I call again. No answer. My hand clenches around the phone. I immediately bring up Milly’s phone number and call her. The longer it rings, the more the ache in my chest increases. When it rings out, the shiver that racks my body has me striding out in search of Twitch. He’s in the living room. “Get up.”

His eyes widen and he stands. “What’s up?” he asks warily.

“I need you to find Milly’s car’s location.”

His eyes bulge, and without hesitation he rushes to the computer room and is in his seat. He’s typing crazily and using the mouse. “It’s sitting outside Crown Village shopping center, in the parking lot. Why?”

“Locate her phone.”

He turns back and a moment later he says, “It’s in the car. What’s going on?”

I pace and check my phone for the time. “I’ll give them fifteen minutes. If that car doesn’t move by then I’m going to check on them.”

He grabs my arm firmly. “I’m coming.”

I stop, surprised. He never gets involved in conflict unless he has to, though I guess it is Milly. “You stay here. You can monitor the car and phone.”

He stands to his full height. Shoulders back. His expression’s lethal, unlike anything I’d ever seen. He confronts me aggressively and shouts, “Don’t fucking tell me what to do. I’m coming. I can check everything on my phone.”

My lip quirks. “Okay, then.” I’ve never seen him so psyched up before. Good. With him by my side, sharing the same sentiment, we’ll go to war against these assholes.

We wait. Twitch’s eyes are glued to the computer screen. I’m checking my phone every two minutes. It seems like an eternity before the fifteen minutes are up. Once it’s finished, we tear ass through the house.

“Woah,” Bomber yells out. I hear his heavy footsteps rushing after us. “What’s going on?”

We stop. His eyes search ours. There’s tension in his body from whatever he sees.

I clench my teeth. “We’re wasting time, we’ve got to go.”

“The fuck you are. You look like you’re going to kill someone and you”—he looks at Twitch—“what’s wrong?”

“We’re worried about Milly and Ivy. We’re just going to check on them.”

I shake my head. Twitch and his big mouth.

Bomber opens his mouth to talk. “No,” I straight up say to him. “We don’t have time for a club meeting. Me and Twitch need to gonow!”

“Okay, you two go. Do you want us to follow?” Bomber asks.

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