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Lucy
What the heck just happened? I’m trying to move on and move past this thing with Mason. I can’t be with him right now. I have a hit list my father gave me to take out whoever threatens the Hillside Kings while football season begins. The guys do not know the monster my father has trained me to be. I’m a myth in Mexico known asDiabla Feminina. The female demon. They say a devil and a demon can manifest as a woman and I guess that’s what my father envisioned when I was born. He saw me as an opportunity to maintain his power. To create a new type of threat. No one would think of a woman causing death and carnage.
I have killed men and understand the darkness that engulfs you after committing the ultimate sin. When Mason came into my room at night after his missions with the guys, I knew what he was feeling and embraced him with open arms, letting him wash away the evidence of the sins he committed in the shower and holding him after, trying to help find peace for his tortured soul.
My phone vibrates from an incoming text as I drive through the gate. In the rearview mirror, I see construction trucks driving past my house toward the end of the street. I remember my mother telling me someone had bought the vacant land at the end of the cul-de-sac in our exclusive neighborhood.
It is still in the afternoon and the sun is high in the sky, giving off a squelching heat. Curiosity has me dropping my phone inside my purse before reading the text and I back out of the drive and head toward the vacant lot where men in construction hats are gathered under a tent.
I stop on the side of the residential street and flag one of them down. A tall blond man looks my way and I lower the window.
“Excuse me? I was wondering who purchased the lot?”
The man eyes me curiously as he walks over and stands a few feet away from my car. “I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t give you that information.”
Fuck. Of course, he wouldn’t tell me. This is not some small-town neighborhood. The owner can probably sue him for giving out his personal information.
I give him my most dazzling smile. “I’m a member of the community, so can you at least tell me what you’re building?”
He looks flustered, lifts his hard hat and replaces it over his head as I quirk a brow. “The owner is building his home. That is all I can say.”
“Fair enough.” I tilt my head as he eyes me nervously. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Yes, have yourself a fine day.”
I raise the window, dismissing him, and turn my Porsche around to head back home. When I park the car outside the garage, I look at my phone and see a missed text from Khalani.
Khalani: There is a party at a frat house on campus. Want to come? Aiden said we can still have the college experience even if we are married and I want you to be there. Up for it?
Me: I’m down.
Khalani: Be ready at 6:00. I will swing by your room, and we can head out. Oh, and dress to kill.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucy
Iarrive at the Sigma Phi frat house with Khalani and Aiden. The place is packed with bodies outside. People are talking on one side of the house, while people are drinking and dancing from the beat of the music filtering from inside the house. Aiden hasn’t looked at me or said a word. Khalani glances at my worried expression and lowers her gaze. Once Aiden leaves to greet the football players on the team, I pull Khalani to the side.
“Did you tell him?” I ask.
Her eyes almost bug out of her head. “Are you crazy? I told you I wouldn’t tell him anything. That is between you and Aiden. It’s a twin thing. I would never tell him something so personal. He would probably kill Mase.”
I release the breath I was holding. “Then why is he giving me the cold shoulder?”
“Hell if I know. You know Aiden is quiet and reserved.”
A few guys standing by the porch eye us curiously. Girls that attend Hillside University are not usually tatted up like Khalani, so it draws some curious stares. If they only knew I had my back tatted recently. I wanted a tattoo and Alex sent me to Sam, a well-known tattoo artist the guys and Khalani use. I probably have the same number of tattoos as Khalani.
Before we go inside, I look down at my outfit.
“You look hot,” Khalani says. “If you would take off that granny-made cardigan you have over your shoulders, you might take the bad bitch thing you have going to another level.” Khalani pinches her fingers over the cardigan I have wrapped around me, shielding the tattoos exposed by the open back of my white minidress that look great, contrasted by the sky-high jean-printed Louboutin’s I’m wearing.
“I’m shy, and no one here knows how many tats I have. You, Alex, and Linda are the only people that know I look like I run with the East Hillside Kings,” I whisper-yell.
“Take the shit off so we can go inside before Aiden sends the guys out here.”
I nod and take the cardigan off, folding and slipping it inside my purse before we enter the frat house.
