Page 25 of Devious
“Can we go for a drive?”
She gets up from the bed and eyes me. “Where do you want to go?”
So, she doesn’t know that Devious is keeping me hostage against my will.
“To the mall, I want to look around.”
“Devious told me that you tried to kill him, and he’s not letting you leave this mansion. Nice try.”
My cheeks flame and I shrug. “It was worth a try.”
“If you want me to be your friend, and on your side, don’t try to manipulate me into doing things, Roselyn. That’s unkind.”
Guilt eats at me like a disease. “I’m sorry. It won’t happened again.” A tear leaks down my cheeks. “I just want to be free from this lifestyle. I don’t want to be married to your cousin.”
She gets up, brings me into a hug. “There isn’t anything you can do about it. You’re stuck with him for life.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
Devious
I sit in my black Aston Martin, DBX, waiting for Cashel to show up to pick up the coke. Several minutes later, one of his underbosses gets out of the car, heads over to one of Matteo’s men, and hands him a briefcase. Matteo’s men get into their vehicles and drive off.
As soon as I get out of the car, I grab my Glock from the holster and add a silencer to the tip. My soldiers get out of the car beside me and follow. I aim my gun at the underboss, shooting him in both of his legs. Dark blood seeps into the concrete, and he wails in pain. His soldiers shoot at us, but my soldiers kill them one by one, their bodies dropping like flies on the ground. I hurry to the underboss as he crawls to his gun, leaving a streak of blood.
“I’ll be taking this,” I say, stepping on his tan hand, digging the heel of my brown loafer into his flesh. He screams in agony as I take his gun and strap it in my holster.
“Damien, toss this piece of shit in the trunk. Tell the rest of the soldiers to go back to the manor, and you get into the back seat.”
Nodding, Damien picks up the underboss, tossing him over his shoulder.
I get back in my car and dial Aiden’s number, but he doesn’t pick up. Forty-five minutes later, King pulls up in the driveway of my brother’s manor. He parks my car, and I jump out and knock on the oak door. Two guards stand next to a row of flowers. They slightly bow, and I nod.
A woman dressed in black lingerie opens the door, and she eyes me from top to bottom. She looks like a high-class stripper or a prostitute. She’s probably one of the women from the escort service. It wouldn’t surprise me. My brother always had a thing for those types of women, especially ever since he broke up with Maya, his first love.
“You look li—”
“Where is he?”
Aiden appears at the door. Frowning at the woman, he clutches her by the neck and squeezes tight. “Don’t you ever fucking answer my door. You don’t live here. Get dressed and get out,” he threatens.
The woman’s face pales, and then she leaves us.
Yawning, he rubs his eyes. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I have a gift for you,” I tell him. “Come with me.”
He follows me to the trunk, and it opens. Aiden’s eyes light up with delight.
I pat him on the back. “I figured you would enjoy a mini torture.”
“Hell yeah. I haven’t carved up a body since we chopped up that hit man’s body. My hands are itching to kill someone.” He pauses. “Where did you find this trash?”
“Matteo gave me the whereabouts of one of Cashel’s underbosses. Get in the car.”
I close the trunk as Aiden slides into the back seat.
King drives us to my usual spot where I bury people’s bodies, then stops the car. He hits a button, popping the trunk open.
