Page 35 of Devil
Pulling in the driveway, I shut off the truck, and head inside. The sound of the air fryer catches my attention, so I stride towards the kitchen. It beeps as I enter the room quietly, watching her remove fried pickles from the basket. I creep up behind her, bounding my arms around her waist. She screams bloody murder, the tongs flying through the air. She spins in my arms, ready to kick some ass. I chuckle at the death glare she gives me before kissing her soundly.
She pushes at my chest. “I could’ve stabbed you in the eye with the tongs!”
“You mean the ones that went flying through the air?”
“Asshole.”
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s good to know you have quick reflexes though.” I grin and she punches me in the arm.
“What the hell are you doing home?”
My heart thunders at her use of the wordhome, but I don’t say anything, worried it’ll spook her into leaving. “We have the guy that killed my men. He worked for the bastard I killed at the funeral. His son runs things now and one of my guys saw him loading our crates.”
Her eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”
“You mean, what arewegoing to do?” I grin.
Her brows furrow. “You want me to come?”
“Where I go, you go, remember?”
She gives me that beautiful smile, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Thank you.”
I hug her tightly, burying my nose in her hair. “It’s going to be gruesome, little demon. Think you can handle it?”
She pulls away, nodding her head. “I can handle it. Just let me change before we go.”
She rushes to the bedroom, and I follow closely behind. She changes into some dark jeans and a t-shirt, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. The girl could wear a potato sack and she’d still be fucking gorgeous. She slips her phone into her back pocket, meeting me at the doorway where I’ve been watching her.
“I’m ready!” She sing songs and I chuckle.
Gripping her hand, we head towards the door before she pulls me to a stop. “Oh! Let me grab my pickles.”
Shaking my head, I wait for her to grab her snack and grin as she skips towards me with the energy of a child.
Damn.
Is this what happiness feels like?
If so, I’ll watch the world burn to keep a smile on her face and this peace inside me.
She grips my hand, and we lock up the house, heading to the truck, hitting the road.
The drive is quiet as she munches on her pickles, and I formulate a plan in my head. I want her to see what it is I do. I need to know if she’ll truly embrace who I am or shy away from it.
We pull up to the warehouse and I shut the truck off. Before I can utter a word, she flips up the console, climbing onto my lap.
She kisses me once, cupping my face in her palms. “I can handle this. Don’t worry about me. Focus on what you have to do, Devil.”
Gripping her by the back of her neck, I pull her closer, kissing her deeply. The lingering saltiness and tangy flavor of the pickles hit my tongue and suddenly, I’m starving.
For her.
I pull away before we get sidetracked. “Let’s go, little demon.” I open the door, and she squeals as I hop out of the truck with her in my arms.
She slides down my body and we head towards the warehouse hand in hand. I jerk open the heavy metal door and usher her inside. Walking further into the abandoned building, Daniel is surrounded by my most loyal men, not moving a muscle as they circle him like prey.
Max turns our way, and his eyes widen when he sees Nova. I gauge his reaction, determining if he has an issue with her being here. Tough shit if he does, but I really don’t want to kill him. He’s been a good second in command.