Page 107 of Dance With A Devil
Kevin’s the smarter one, reluctant, cautious. I’d worry if he wasn’t so fucking spineless.
“That’s what they want, dumbass,” he mutters. “With the way their fathers burned down everything… if I were them, I wouldn’t even want to be part of the Devils anymore.”
That gets my full attention.
“What do you mean?” Chad asks.
Kevin scans the area, paranoia lighting up his eyes. He leans in.
“I’m saying… the Elders? They’re finished. Washed-up relics. I’ve heard things, Bash is about to be dealt with. If the others don’t fall in line, they’ll be taken out too.”
“And how would you know that?”
“We’re not the only ones with moles,” Kevin smirks. “Their boys might not even know yet. That’s leverage, especially if their focus is elsewhere.”
He lifts his brows at Chad. Something unspoken. Something grimy.
Then Chad asks, “How’s your other business?”
“Picking up.” Kevin shrugs. “Those two frat idiots keep coming back for more. Won’t be long before every rich junkie on campus is knocking. Doesn’t matter what they want, highs or holes, I’ve got both.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I text Tuck,East stairs. Bring the storm.
Three minutes later, Tucker materializes at my side like fucking thunder.
We walk out of the shadows together.
“Well, well,” I say, folding my arms, “look who’s writing checks they can’t cash.”
Tucker cracks his knuckles. “Go ahead. Say that shit again now that we’re in front of you instead of behind your backs.”
Chad steps up, snarling. “Fuck you, Tucker.”
Tuck grins wide. “Like I fucked your mom last night?”
I glance over, biting a grin.
He’s just getting started.
“You hear that headboard?” he continues, laughing. “She was screaming ‘Daddy’ while I stretched her out with this Devil dick. Hell, just thinkin’ about it’s got me hard again.”
Chad loses it.
Charges.
Bad move.
Tucker meets him head-on, one hand snatching Chad by the throat like a rag doll. “You think you’re gonna kill me? Motherfucker, I’ve killed better men in my sleep.”
“Let him go!” Kevin yells, voice breaking.
“Don’t,” I say calmly. “Not until they answer the question.”
Kevin freezes. Recognition hits him like a brick. He knows I heard it all.
“I asked you,” I repeat, “you still planning something? Or do we end it right now?”
