Page 22 of Devil in Disguise

Enough was enough.

I knew now the only way Danny was going to heal was if I removed everything and everyone from his life so his mind could rest and recover on its own.

I stormed over to Danny, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. “Danny, look at me,” I whispered, trying to bring him back from his dark thoughts.

His eyes flickered to mine, filled with a mixture of pain and fear.

“It’s okay, I’m here now,” I assured him, my voice steady and determined. The room fell silent, all eyes on us. I could feel their disapproving stares, but I didn’t care anymore. This was about Danny, not their twisted agendas.

“I can’t remember,” he whispered.

“That’s okay, Danny,” I whispered back, squeezing his shoulder gently. “You don’t need to remember right now.”

Turning back to the others, I stood in front of Danny and seethed, “Get the fuck out of my home.”

“Dante—” Ace barely got out before my fist connected with his face.

“How dare you! He’s your fucking brother. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police or better yet, Reaper and tell him what you fucking said to him. You should be ashamed of yourself. You fucking know damn well Danny wasn’t responsible for Roxy’s death!”

“No, he was not,” the man himself snarled, standing in the doorway, clutching a gun in his hand.

Ace stumbled back, clutching his face, anger and shock blazing in his eyes. The others shifted uncomfortably, casting uneasy glances between us. I could feel the tension thickening in the air, but my resolve remained unshaken. The room seemed to hold its breath as Reaper’s presence demanded authority. His gaze never wavered when he stepped further into the room, the glint of the gun catching the light.

“You all heard Dante,” Reaper growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Get the fuck out. Now.”

Matthew Law ordered his men to leave. As Ace walked past Reaper, the irate man threw his arm out and stopped Ace. Looking at the fucker, Reaper smirked. “This isn’t over between you and me. You get me, fucker?”

Ace said nothing as he pushed past the president of the Golden Skulls.

The second they were gone, I turned to Danny, kneeling before him.

“Danny?”

He sat there, rocking himself back and forth, shaking his head, his eyes closed tightly.

“Danny, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the effort to keep calm. I reached out, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the contact, his body still wracked with silent sobs.

Reaper’s footsteps echoed in the now-quiet room as he approached us. Kneeling beside Danny, he revealed a softer, concerned expression that contrasted with his earlier demeanor.

“Danny, look at me.” Reaper’s voice was gentle now, a stark contrast to his earlier menace. It was as if he had flipped a switch, instantly transforming himself into a different person. “It’s my fault your mom died. Not yours. I should have gotten her to safety with the others, but I didn’t. That’s on me. Not you, and I am so fucking sorry.”

Danny blinked as he looked over at the man and frowned. “It wasn’t your fault, Mr. Reaper. It was theSociety’s.”

Reaper stiffened as he looked at me before turning back to Danny and nodding. “That’s right. TheSocietycame for the club when I married Remi.”

“My head hurts.”

Not needing to hear more, I helped Danny to his feet and escorted him back to his bedroom. After giving him his medication and helping him back to bed, I closed all the curtains, ensuring the room was dark, before closing the door behind me.

Walking back into the living room, Reaper paced restlessly.

“He remembered the wedding.”

“The doctor said his memories would come back in pieces.”

“What the fuck was the goon squad doing here?”

Sighing, I sat on the couch and asked my own question, “Why are you here, Reaper?”

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