Page 34 of Devil’s Promise

My eyes go wide. Because it’s clear that Angel does not want my father to know where he lives…where I live.

And knowing that makes some of the tension in my shoulders unwind. There is a layer of protection between me and my father.

Two.

Angel didn’t let anyone hurt me yesterday, and now my father has no idea how to find me.

And while I still plan to expose him for the monster he is, having some protection makes everything in me soften.

I step into the doorway, partially hiding behind the door. I’m not spying on them, I’m just not wearing very much clothing.

Axel faces me, Angel’s back is to the bedroom. He looks even more impressive in the morning light, his stance wide, his bare shoulders impossibly broad.

Axel sees me, his eyes narrowing.

He points, which makes Angel turn. “Promise.”

I give a little wave, blushing. The door was open, but I feel like I’m intruding.

“The courier who delivered this stuff asked where to send the stylists.” Axel is still eyeing me like someone might look at a snake.

That’s when the elevator rattles again, another of the brothers appearing in the loft.

I can’t remember his name.

“What kind of circus did we just fucking join?” he grits out as he enters the room carrying two large garment bags. His eyes sweep over his brothers before they land on me, his lip curling in distaste.

I nip at my lip. Between Rock wanting to burn me yesterday and the looks today, I am not a popular person here in Angel’s life.

And while Angel seems to be a man of control, I am far less certain what the brothers are about.

“Do we need stylists?” Angel asks, looking at me. “I am supposed to look more like a politician and less like the dregs of society.”

My brows lift at his self-description, and also, because my father is definitely up to something. Even his plans have plans within the plans. Always. I’ve watched enough of them unfold from the sidelines to understand that truth.

I shake my head. I’ve spent my whole life next to a public figure. I know how to do makeup, even cut my father’s hair in a pinch.

But what I didn’t realize is that I was somehow giving the green light for both of the brothers to start toward the bedroom.

I scurry back, grabbing the comforter and wrapping it around my shoulders just as they walk into the room.

Axel is slightly shorter with a thinner build than the others. He’s not any less frightening as he curls his lip, grimacing at me. “No point in being shy. My brother reeks of your pussy.”

My mouth falls open as I stare at him. Did he really just say that?

“Shut the fuck up,” Angel says as he walks in too. “Gunner, lay the bags on the bed.”

The other man moves toward the bed. Gunner. He looks like he could be a professional athlete, his body is so sculpted but the look in his eyes, this man is as hard as they come.

He tosses the bags on the bed. “Her wedding dress is in there and a suit for you for today.”

“Want to look?” Angel asks.

I shake my head. I couldn’t care less what’s in the bags. I get told what to wear, I wear it. That’s it.

But all three men look at me like I’m crazy. Which makes me pause, my head cocking even as I pull the comforter tighter around my body.

“You don’t care about your wedding dress? I thought that was a girl thing?” Axel asks, eyeing me with more curiosity and less suspicion this time.