Page 128 of Where Sinners Repent

“Know that car?” Leon asks Jules.

Jules glares in the direction the car sped off . “Nope. And I don’t like the fuckin’ feel of it either.”

A grunt of agreement rumbles in Griff’s chest.

“Plate?" I bark.

“Covered,” Griff snarls.

Of fucking course it is. I’m already reaching for my helmet, revving the engine to life without looking back to the Morgans and their garage.

Just before I’m tearing off, a hand wraps around my arm. I’m two seconds away from breaking it as I turn to Jules.

The anger has slipped away into something worse.

“Kaleb,” he yells over the motor. “We will help with whatever this is. But if they touch Theo or Stevie again, we are gone. Done.”

I glare at him, our eyes locking in a silent battle.

“No one leaves the Devils. You should know that by now.”

I shrug my arm from his hold, and I’m off. The wind tears at me, and I squeeze the handlebars harder.

If I thought Roxy was a liability in this war, I was wrong. She’s the leverage.

Chapter 32

Roxy

If I can be totally honest... having Kai latched onto me every minute is a dream come true. Sure, using the bathroom while he waits at the door was as embarrassing as it sounds. But I think at this point, there is nothing Kai hasn’t seen. Nothing that bothers him.

He still doesn’t trust me not to see my brothers. And he’s not wrong for that. Because even I’m not sure what I would have done if I wasn’t being watched twenty-four-seven. To have the choice stripped from me has been the biggest blessing. Words I never thought would cross my mind.

Kai holds me on his lap. A huge plate of pancakes waits in front of me. My stomach is already sore, but it seems that Kai won’t let me go until he thinks I’ve eaten enough. This morning, I realised it had been nearly twenty hours since I last ate. I woke up with an empty stomach; the thing rumbling in protest.

Kai’s eyes shot to the noise, an angry look crossing his face. An hour later, here we are.

It seems he forgot to feed and water his captive. And now he’s gone to the other end of the spectrum and is force-feeding me until I’m sick.

“No more,” I groan, melting into his chest. “I’m going to be sick.”

His chest vibrates with a rumble.

“More,” is all he says.

With a grimace, I reach for the fork. Luckily, my phone ringing gives me an excuse to drop it. Kai grabs my phone before I can get to it, answering and putting it on speaker.

“Maddy babyyyy,” I yell.

“Merry Christmas!” She sings back.

Looking back over my shoulder at Kai, my face scrunches. It’s only the ninth of December.

He just blinks back at me.

“Merry Christmas? Sister, you’re a few weeks early.”

My hand rubs slow circles over my full stomach for a few seconds before Kai bats my hand away and starts rubbing it for me. It’s so ridiculous, I have to bite back my laugh.