Page 39 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Nah, man, I won’t fuck off. Tell me why all of a sudden you’re in a sour mood?”

“I was already in one, you just weren’t here to see it.” I turn my computer in his direction, and ask him, “Do you see anything wrong here?” He leans in, taking a look at the screen.

“Not really. What are we looking at, Wyck?”

“That’s just it, someone has tampered with the cameras and has the same feed playing on repeat.”

“How have we not caught this sooner?” He asks as the anger rolls off me to him.

“We did catch it. I had two people on the inside that we could trust, looking into things when I noticed something was off.”

“Who are they?”

“Cairo and Niko.” I smile, but don’t let him in on what they’ve found out just yet.

“There’s my man!” He says, hopping off the desk. “They’re good at hiding in plain sight and uncovering the truth. But, enough about business, time to put something better on for the party.”“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I’m not trying to impress anyone.” I grunt.

“You may not be, but you need to get laid… The correct way. All this shit about just getting your dick sucked and fucking in the ass is not how Devils do it. When we fuck, it’s an art. We paint their bodies with our marks, we cover their skin with hickeys, and we have them walking out of here like they just had the ride of their fuckin’ life… And it’s because they did.”

“Don’t sit here and tell me how to fuck. I know how to do it and do it well or have you forgotten we had a pretty good teacher?”

“I haven’t forgotten, but when I hear women say that fucking you was nothing spectacular, I have to step in.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s been three years since you fucked that one girl. You spent the entire night with her and had a fucking fit when she wasn’t in your bed when you woke up the next morning.” He doesn’t need to remind me, I think about that night more often than I should.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie.

“Oh yeah, you do, you wait for her to show up every year and she doesn't. That’s not how a Devil acts for the most epic party of the year, Wyck.”

“I need a fucking drink… Or three.” I mumble.

“Now you’re talking. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in ten. I’ll have Maeve start us a round of whatever will get us shit faced tonight.”

“Yeah, I haven’t felt that way in a long time, and I need to take a break for tonight.”“Once everyone is here, we can get this party started right and walk down to the mill… Just in time for the festivities to begin. We will mingle for a while, offer up refreshments, bring in the new recruits, and send them on their way with tasks that will determine whether they are Devil material or not.”

“Sounds like a plan, just don’t forget the part where we don’t bring the women home, we all have a room we renovated on an upper floor at the mill to match our tastes. So we can enjoy them for our pleasure in private. I don’t want anyone to know about this location until it’s fully secured.”“Aye, aye, cappy ton!” He shouts, saluting me.

“Out of the five of us, it’s you I wonder about.” I get up from my desk and head to my walk-in closet.

“That’s fine, nobody likes someone that wants to be like everybody else.” I hear him call out as the door shuts with a soft click.

“Finally, some peace and quiet.” I think as I move around the closet, searching for something else to wear.

Feeling better and dressed to impress, I jog down the stairs and I hear the guys’ voices, mixed with Maeve’s laughter coming from the kitchen. As soon as I round the corner, I hear catcalls and whistles coming from the guys.

“There’s the man of the hour.” Onyx says.

“Looking good, playboy!” Dash whistles.

“Drink up.” Karter says, handing me a drink while Wells sits back and watches. He’s not really much for words, but when he does talk… He makes it count.

“Thanks, boys. Happy to be back in my element.” I announce, drinking the liquor in one gulp as it goes down with a burn. “Fuck, that burns so good. Give me another one.”

“Don’t drink too much before the announcements tonight, you still want to have a clear head.” Wells is always watching out for us and keeping an eye on things. We call him The Watcher. He keeps those eyes trained to assess any situation, plus, he likes to watch when we get our hands dirty or share our women. I haven’t been doing much of that lately, but that all changes tonight.

“I’ll be fine, but you could take over for me.” I arch an eyebrow in Wells' direction as he holds his hands up.

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