Page 76 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

We pulled into the parking lot of the casino, and by the time we reached the doors, they were opening for us. The casino manager hurried to talk to us. Cain looked at him, dead-eyed, and told him to call the blackjack manager into his office.

The blackjack manager looked terrified when he saw Cain, but most people who knew him reacted that way, so it wasn’t exactly an admission of guilt.

“We have a discrepancy in blackjack money making it off the floor.” Cain turned toward the man, who was balding in front, which revealed a wide expanse of skin beginning to sweat. “You’ve got a newfound appreciation for coke, hm?”

“No,” the man started.

Cain reached back for his holster at the back of his waist, pulled his gun, and shot the man in the head. He crumpled to the floor, blood splattered across the wall behind where he’d been standing.

The manager and I stared at Cain in shock.

“I hate liars,” Cain said, holstering his gun again.

Normally, Cain would’ve taken the man for a drive with us to a second location. He would’ve given the man plenty of time to lie—and plenty of time to pay for those lies.

Cain cast a dispassionate eye over the mess. “Make sure that gets cleaned up. I’ll send someone over.”

“Of—of course, sir,” the man stammered.

I texted for a clean-up. By the time I looked up, Cain was already stepping over the body.

In the casino, there was a low throb of constant chatter, of people streaming by toward the gaming tables. A cocktail waitress who looked vaguely familiar tried to catch Cain’s gaze, but she failed. She looked downcast when she saw me, then her face brightened.

I flashed a smile at her as I walked past, but I wasn’t interested.

Truth was, I hadn’t felt too interested in any girl since Aurora walked into my life, with her signature brand of wide-eyed innocence and hidden badassery. She seemed like something special.

And I didn’t like the sensation.

Cain jogged down the steps of the casino, his shoulders relaxed in his leather jacket. Then he pulled out his cell phone as if he’d gotten a text, and his posture stiffened. Remy? More business?

Once we’d slammed the doors shut and were sequestered in the peace of the McLaren, I said, “We usually go to a second location.”

“I’m bored with all that shit.”

Interesting, because torturing people used to be the one time Cain looked cheerful. I’d been gearing up for his kind of crazy, and it was unexpected that Cain had taken care of the situation so succinctly.

“Remington was sure?” I asked.

“Is he ever wrong?”

“No.” Remy was an expert in discovering what people were up to. He’d been the brains behind our own hunt, when we’d found the man who murdered my mom.

But it was Cain’s special skills that came in handy when it was time to take that man apart.

I leaned back in my seat, relaxed no matter what Cain did. I’d follow him into hell, and I knew he’d do the same for me. There was something wrong with Cain—but we had a bond anyway.

There’s no love like brotherhood, especially a brotherhood bathed in blood.

We pulled up outside the frat house. I gazed through the window at the house, a three-story brick building with all the personality of an Amazon box. So we’d come for revenge for Aurora after all. “I see.”

“Remy said Aurora put two of them in the hospital, but they got out.” His voice was bleak.

They were better off in the ICU.

“Fine.” I got out of the car.

He looked at me over the roof. “You don’t want to know the plan?”

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