Page 91 of Broken Daddy
But he shook it off. Devi was fine.
“Well, we’ll stick around a bit longer,” Zander said. “At least until tomorrow afternoon. Make sure everything goes all right.”
Wonderful. Just what he wanted to hear.
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Devi pulled herself back on her bottom until she hit the wall.
And then she stared up at the men entering the trailer. They filled the tiny living room with their presence.
And a fair amount of body odor.
God.
Was it too much to ask that they have a shower before they went around terrorizing people?
Her gaze went back to the forearm of the first guy to enter the room. He was big, but most of his bulk was fat. Still, he was huge compared to her. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie.
But none of that was what terrified her.
Nope that would be the tattoo on his forearm. A grim reaper surrounded by flames.
Satan’s Sons.
Oh God. They wanted the money that Derick owed them.
“What? What do you w-want?” she asked, unable to stop her voice from shaking.
There were three other guys with him. All of them dressed in dark clothes. But the first guy was the only one with his tattoo on display.
She couldn’t help but feel that was deliberate.
The tattoo guy ran his gaze over her with a sneer.
“You fucking bitch, Devi, I’m going to kill . . . who the fuck are you?” Derick stumbled out of her room, cradling his arm. He was pale and sweaty.
Oh God.
She’d done that. She felt ill.
Why had she hit him like that?
“Derick,” the man said as though he knew her father. “You can’t tell me that you weren’t expecting us? We’ve been chasing you all over town. I don’t like having to run after my prey. I like when they just give in to the inevitable.”
“Not much of a h-hunt, then, is it?” she asked.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Tattoo guy turned back to her. “Suggest you shut up. I don’t like my women mouthy. I know some people who do, though. And I might be tempted to take you . . . what do you reckon, boys? Would we get any money for her at the whorehouse?”
Oh God. She bit her lip. She wasn’t going to say another thing.
“What . . . what do you mean you’ve been trying to find me, Fury?” her father asked. “I had no idea.”
He was totally lying and he wasn’t very good at it. It was clear to see that these guys didn’t believe anything he said.
“Don’t lie to us, fuckwit,” Fury said.
