Page 70 of Dance With A Devil
When I reach my room, the door is shut. That alone confirms it, Athens never closes the door.
I push it open slowly.
She’s there. Curled beneath the covers like a ghost trying to disappear. Her soft snores fill the room, uneven and heavy. I step in, unable to help the dark smile tugging at my lips. Even now, she has me by the throat.
Mascara streaks her cheeks like war paint. She’s still the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Let her rest,” Dash says behind me. “She’s earned it.”
“I’m not waking her.” I nod to her slumbering form. “But if one of you wants to stay with her until I get back, now’s your chance.”
Karter and Dash strip off their shirts like wolves claiming a den. They climb in on either side of her, moving carefully but deliberately.
Onyx pulls up a chair, crossing his arms, eyes unreadable.
Wells gives her a long look. Something raw flickers in his expression before he turns to me.
“I’ll come with you,” he says.
I shut the door behind us and we step into the hall.
“She needs to finish those journals,” I mutter. “Make sure Karter gets that through to her. She’ll listen to him.”
Wells nods. “He’s her soft spot.”
“And I’m the one that burns.”
“Where are we headed?”
“A while back I had our Devils running point on different ops. Leads. Loose ends. I’ve been distracted... Haven’t checked in.”
He smirks. “Love does that. Has a way of making killers act like saints.”
I stop walking. Look him dead in the eye.
“Who the fuck said I was in love?”
He laughs. “Please. You’re all in. We all are. Dash and Onyx just haven’t gotten their turn yet.”
I ignore the truth of it and keep walking.
“So what’s the plan?”
I exhale. “I don’t know. I want that marriage annulled. I want her moved into the new house. And I want my father dead. But that’s just the beginning. Because when Gerald Carmichael and Gio Greyskin find out we killed their bastard sons? They’ll try to erase us.”
“They won’t get the chance,” Wells says, voice cold. “They’ll be corpses before the news finishes echoing.”
“Not good enough. I want thembegging.I want their fear to taste like copper in their throats when we slit them open. We deliver death in person.”
“Now that…” he grins. “That I’m down for.”
He exhales. “Nothing more we can do tonight.”
“Yeah. Let’s get some sleep.”
But I don’t head upstairs.
While Wells climbs the steps, I descend.
