Page 33 of Dark Torment

“I know that look,” Devlin chuckles beside me, shaking his head. “You can’t kill everyone that looks at her, you know,” he points out, and I take my eyes off the screen to narrow them at him.

“And why the fuck not?” I know why, and he knows I know why, so there’s no real reason to answer, but he does anyway.

“Because that would mean leaving her unprotected without you,” he says, making me curse.

“I fucking know that,” I grind out, moving my eyes back to the screen. “They’re going to bed,” I state, and he laughs.

“Think they’ll even make it to the bedrooms?”

“They’re down the hall from the living room. I fucking hope they’re not that drunk,” I groan as we watch the girls stumble along the hallway, giggling as they cling to each other.

“Why the hell don’t you have sound in the hallway?” Devlin curses me out for not being able to hear what they’re saying. You can only tell they’re giggling because everything they’re doing is overly exaggerated right now.

“Because I didn’t see the need to have sound in the bathroom or hall.” I shrug. I don’t need to explain to him why I gave her some privacy. I already felt like a slight dick for spying on her to this extent.

“Right. They didn’t even turn most of the lights off,” he points out, and I smile.

It’s one of the things she always does before bed, but I guess not when she’s wasted off her ass.

“Now what?” he asks as we watch a split screen of both rooms to know the girls have climbed into bed.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not leaving. I need to stay close. I have a gut feeling that something is going to happen.” I tell him the truth.

I’ve had this gnawing feeling ever since I took Ben that whoever wanted her dead would most likely retaliate. Especially if it is her father and brother behind the hit on her life, like I assume.

“Is there a true possibility that they could be in danger?” he questions, and I nod. “Fuck. You need to tell me what the hell is going on. Why does someone want your woman dead? She seems like one of the most innocent people I’ve ever encountered.” Devlin looks confused and irritated.

“I haven’t figured it all out yet, but the contract stated that she had something they could only get in death. Which I obviously won’t let happen,” I spit out, still pissed off at the idea of anyone wanting to hurt her.

“That’s fucked up, man,” he says, and I nod in agreement as my phone dings.

My body tenses as I fight to pull it out of my pocket, knowing that was an alert. Either someone is breaking into my home, or hers.

“You have your guest secure?” Devlin asks me, like a smart-ass.

“He’s locked in a cell in my bunker. He’s not going anywhere,” I tell him, pulling the camera up for the entryway to Olivia’s house.

If it’s my house being broken into, I don’t really give a fuck. It’s not like they’d ever stumble across my kill room where Ben is hidden away. They also won’t get past the special locks I have installed on the tops of each door.

“So that means...” he trails off when I curse after checking the camera for the back door to her house when the front looked secure.

“It means someone is about to die,” I growl, throwing my computer into the backseat, turning the car on, and gunning it to Olivia’s house.

“Fuck. What are you going to do?” He’s slightly panicked, and I shake my head.

“I’m going to kill him, then toss his body in the trunk,” I state, like it’s any other day.

“You’re going to get caught, Jon. You need to be smart about this,” he hisses, as I slam on the brakes in her driveway and get out of the car.

“You want him to kill her and Shelby, then?”

“Fucking hell. Fine. You get him and try to do it without blood. I’ll grab the plastic in your trunk,” he orders, and I grunt. “I mean it, Jon. No blood!” he hisses as I move to the back door of her house.

He’s right. I need to be smart about this. We’ll kill this fucker and get him in the car before figuring out what to do with the girls.

For the first time tonight, I’m glad my baby is wasted.

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