Page 71 of Dance With A Devil
Down to the basement.
Where the walls know my rage, and the silence listens better than most people do.
Where I can think.
And plan.
Because when this war starts, it won’t be a storm.
It’ll be a fuckingreckoning.
Mondays are bloodthirsty.
The city claws itself back to life after the chaos of the weekend, hungover, cracked open, crawling toward some false sense of order.
But not us. Wethrivein the aftermath.
While the sheep scramble to reclaim routine, I’m already thinking five moves ahead, about masks, war, and the mess we’re about to unleash.
Little Fox. She’s the only softness left in me.
I think about her, strung out on pleasure, wrapped in silk and sin, all those broken pieces we tried to glue back together over the weekend. But now? Now it’s time to sharpen the blades again.
It’s time for The Devils to come out and play.
Down in the basement, where the walls bleed silence and truth, I came up with a plan. A reckless one. My favorite kind.
We’re throwing another party at the old mill. But this time? No initiations. No masks for the masses.
This one’s aproclamation.
Not a whisper. Aroar.
A warning to every fucker watching us from the shadows: the Devils aren’t just real, we’re unavoidable.
We’re not revealing our identities… not yet. That time’s coming. But for now, the masks stay on. I like the way theydistort fear, how the eyes behind them are the last thing you see before everything goes black.
And speaking of masks, it's time for an upgrade.
I shoot off a text to the boys. Gage will handle the mask commission. We need something new. Sharper. Hungrier.
Meanwhile, I’ve got flyers to pass out. Old-school. In your face. Unignorable.
Before I get started, I dial Fred.
She answers on the third ring with enough attitude to peel paint off a wall.
“What?” she snaps. “I’m in the ladies’ room dealing with hormonal warfare.”
“Didn’t ask,” I reply. “But when you’re done bleeding out, I need something.”
Her groan rattles straight out of Hell. “Of course you do,chosen one. What divine favor do you require now?”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Too late.”
“Fred.”
