Page 108 of Dance With A Devil
Chad wheezes, his face turning beet red. Kevin hesitates too long.
Tucker squeezes.
“ANSWER,” he snarls.
“No!” Chad croaks.
“We didn’t mean it,” Kevin blurts. “We were just… talking.”
“Didn’t fucking think so.” Tucker lets go, sending Chad crumpling to the ground like trash. “Tell your mom I’ll be late tonight.”
We turn and walk away as they scurry off like rats dodging a boot.
I glance over. “So… did you really fuck his mom?”
“Fucking right I did. Total MIDF.”
“A what?”
He smirks. “Mom I Did Fuck.”
I let out a dry laugh. “That’s sick.”
“Delicious, actually.” He licks his lips like he just remembered dessert. “Going back tonight. Girl’s got stamina.”
“No judgment. Just record it next time.”
“Oh, I will. She’s a freak.”
We hit the path toward the garage.
“Up for a ride?”
“Depends where we’re going.”
“There’s more money in this game than parties and parties. We’ve got clubs, vineyards... and a little something special, engineered by yours truly.”
“Drugs?”
“Designer. Purified. Untraceable. Gets you high as the moon or blank as a corpse, no crash, no trace.”
He grins like a devil. “Fuck yeah. But don’t forget, I got a hot date.”
“How could I forget?”
I hold the door open.
“Let’s roll.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wyck
It’s been days of cleanup. Blood-soaked decisions. Deals sealed in silence. So yeah, tonight? Tonight’s not just a party.
It’s a reckoning.
Every Devil dressed in black. Masks sharpened like the blades hidden beneath our suits. The kind of night where secrets bleed under strobe lights and revenge slips past champagne lips.
