Page 36 of Devil’s Promise

I have a plan, I know her place, and I don’t catch feelings just because I cum on a chick’s tits. And her ass…

I’m seeing their point.

“What was the last thing she said to you?” Axel asks me as the coffee begins to brew.

I hand him my unlocked phone, which now has her notes from the last day.

“You’ve spent a lot of time talking about her father.”

I shrug. “Yesterday he surprised her by telling her she was getting married in two days. She has questions.”

“But she slept with you last night?”

“No sex. Just fucking around.”

Axel grimaces. “You reek of sex.”

I know what Axel is angling toward. “I have that effect.”

Gunner’s brows draw together. “What do you mean by reek? Like he smells more than normal?”

Axel scoffs. “Jesus, Gunner. Do you ever fuck a woman who isn’t a whore?”

“That makes a difference?” he asks, seeming genuinely perplexed.

I shake my head. I don’t want to get into all the ways in which a woman who wants to have sex with you is better.

Gunner doesn’t like people touching him, even when he’s having sex. I think it’s why he only messes around with prostitutes. They are more than willing to just bend over and let him stick it in.

But all of that aside, messing with Promise might have been the best orgasms I’ve had in a while.

And Axel knows my silence is a problem. “So how did you do it?”

“Do what?” I ask, intentionally playing dumb.

“Get a woman who should be frightened half to death to get that hot for you?”

“How do you know she’s hot for him?” Gunner asks, clearly interested in a way I’ve never heard before.

“Go smell his face. He had pussy last night that was enthusiastic.”

I hold up my hand. “Stay the fuck away.” And then I glare at Axel. I’m getting tired of being questioned, and I’m playing this out regardless of what my brothers think. This is my show. “And I was persistent. And gentle…”

That makes Axel’s head pull back, his brow furrowing like he is considering that. “Why?”

“Because I like enthusiastic and because…” My jaw clenches. “I think Promise is right about her father. We’re criminals who never pretend to be anything else. But her father…”

“So why do the deal?” Gunner asks.

“Gunner, what the fuck? Are you back in nursery school? If I can get what I need out of Donald, we will not only be sitting on the top of the New York circuit, we’ll make inroads into being men like the Smiths. I know you’re all having a great time, hitting people and driving fast cars, but eventually we’ll need a different plan.” I throw my hands up and then spin back to the coffee, pouring a cup and taking a swig of the steaming hot liquid. Then I pour a second cup. “Now one of you make some fucking breakfast, while I go check on my fiancée.”

“Fiancée?” Axel scoffs. “I didn’t think I’d ever see the day where one of us would marry.”

That makes me pause, because maybe some of Axel’s concerns with my marriage are about his own hangups.

I carry the coffee into the bedroom to find that most of Promise’s things are unpacked and in my closet.

I step in and see her unbagging the wedding dress. It’s strapless and fitted and even I pause, my brows drawing together. “That’s the dress your father picked out for you?” I ask as she hangs more clothes on the hanging rods.