Page 65 of Little Devil

I sigh and pull myself up to stand, smirking when I connect eyes with the naked brunette girl spread out beside him. I wink at her and she winks back, rolling over onto her side to lift her thigh over my brother’s waist.

“Hey, Nik?” I ask, raising a brow at her when she reaches down to wrap her fist around his cock.

“What, Xan?”

“I dare you.”

He growls and throws the covers away, covering his dick with his hand while he jumps up to point a finger at my face. “If Mom finds out about this, I’m throwin’ your sorry ass under the bus.”

I grin and he flips me off, walking away to lock himself in the bathroom. His date looks at me and I step closer to her, but then the bathroom door opens again and he leans over to snatch her hand, pulling her up to take her with him. Her knees hit the floor and I let out a snort, leaving his bedroom to go wait for him in mine.

Selfish bastard.

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A little over three hours later, I’m wasted on a mixture of I don’t know what and Nik’s got some random blonde girl on his lap, smirking at me over her shoulder while she sucks his neck on the upper level of the club he brought me to. His dark brown hair falls over his eyes the same way mine does and she pushes it back for him, wrapping her arms around his neck to grind on his dick through his jeans. I shake my head with a smile and take my drinks from the bartender, turning around to go back to my brother and the rest of our friends, but then a shoulder bumps mine and I whip my head around, accidentally spilling a little vodka on her arm.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I shout over the music, blinking when I realize it’s the same girl I saw in Nik’s bed earlier tonight. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she mutters, quickly cutting her eyes left and right like she’s afraid of something.

She’s got black streaks of makeup running down her cheeks and her red lipstick is smeared all over her mouth, her neck and wrists covered in bruises that definitely weren’t there when she left my house a few hours ago.

“Are you alrigh–”

“Gen!” a male voice barks from behind her, roughly snatching her arm to pull her into him. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop running away from me?”

She swallows and backs away from him, her eyes wide with genuine fear like he’s about to fucking hit her. He takes a threatening step forward and I set my drinks down on the bar, instinctively moving between them to block his path. He keeps on coming and I shove his ass back, not missing the creepy tick in his jaw or the rage in his eyes, his nostrils split and cracked from the amount of coke he’s sucked up through his nose.

“Get the fuck away from her.”

“Who the fuck is this kid?” he asks at the same time, craning his neck to look at her. “Is this him?”

She shakes her head no and he wraps his hands around my neck, roughly digging his thumbs into my throat to choke me. I pull back a bit to punch him in the nose and he stumbles back a step, angrily spitting the blood from his mouth before he comes right back for more. I’m just about to hit him again, but then he’s yanked away from me by his shirt and I’m surrounded on all sides.

“That’s my fucking brother, you stupid piece of shit,” Nik bites out, shoving him down on his ass to bang his head against the floor.

Shouts and screams fill my ears and our little corner of the club erupts into uncontrollable chaos – his boys fighting with ours while my big brother beats the shit out of Gen’s ex–boyfriend, I’m assuming.

“The one night we bring you out, little Reid,” our friend Justin teases, playfully shaking his head at me while he steals my drink from the bar.

I laugh and search the crowd for Nik, not finding him at first, but then I do and my heart leaps up into my throat, my eyes dropping to the broken glass bottle sticking out of his stomach.

“Nik!” I shout, rushing him in the same breath, but I don’t get to him in time before the guy who just stabbed my fucking brother rips the glass out of his flesh and pushes him back, sending him flying over the railing and down towards the dance floor below us.

No.

Please, no.

More hysterical screams echo throughout the club and I’m running as fast as I can, jumping over the staircase to drop to my knees beside him. He’s still awake, lying on his back with his legs tangled up beneath him, a sickening amount of blood pouring from his stomach as well as the fresh wound on his temple. I panic and rip my t–shirt over my head, pressing that to his temple while I press my bare hand to his abdomen. One of the bartenders drops down beside me and hands me a couple hand towels to use instead, her phone pressed to her ear while she rattles off words and phrases that make me want to throw up.

Stabbed.

Bleeding out.

Fucking paralyzed.

This can’t be real.

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