Page 76 of Dance With A Devil
“Have you?” she teases, giggling as she drops her head back to my chest, her ear pressed right over the steady thump of my heart.
Like she wants proof of it.
She’ll have more than proof by the time tonight ends.
Because we’re pulling up now, into the lion’s den. My father’s estate rises like a mausoleum ahead of us, perfectly manicured, polished, androtting from the inside out.
I see it burning before we even step foot on the marble steps. I see the windows shattering, flames licking up the stone walls, his screams trapped behind the same walls he used to trap others.
He’s not getting out this time.
I slide out of the car with her still in my arms. She lands lightly on her feet, just as Karter, Dash, Onyx, and Wells roll up beside us in synchronized perfection, dark engines purring like beasts ready to maul.
They don’t hesitate. All four pile out.
Wells cracks his neck, his smile sharp. “Please tell me I get to fuck some shit up tonight.”
Athens raises a brow, lips twitching. “I’veneverheard you make that sound before. Do it again.”
“There’s a lot of sounds you haven’t heard me make yet,” Wells growls, walking straight toward her with that predator glide. He doesn’t stop until he’s scooping her into his arms, spinning her around like the war isn’t about to begin.
Her laughter cuts through the darkness like a blade of light.
And somehow,we let it.
Wewantit.
Because this is the calm before the bloodstorm.
I wait until she’s back on her feet before I speak, voice cold steel wrapped in velvet.
“Alright, Devils,” I say, eyeing the mansion like I’m already dragging a match across its bones. “Let’s go in there and remind Daddy Dearest what a real fucking Devil looks like.”
No more masks.
No more mercy.
It’s time we bring hell to his doorstep, and make him beg to be buried in it.
Chapter Fourteen
Bash
I watch them from the second-floor window, those smug little bastards, circling around her like wolves sniffing at something sweet.
Athens.
She’s nothing but a golden ticket dressed in vulnerability. And they’re trying to fucking steal her. My property. My prize. Mylegacy.
If they think they can slide in, play hero, and walk off with everything I bled for, they’re out of their goddamn minds.
I dig my phone out of my suit jacket, teeth grinding as I dial.
Archie picks up before the second ring, his voice already pissed. “This better be about my money, Bash.”
“Money comes after I get what’s mine.” My tone’s cold, clipped. “Your boy and the rest of them are here. They’re about to fuck up everything we built.”
We.
