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“Seems you’re alive and well,” Anthony says from the doorway, startling me slightly.
“Shit,” I murmur as I try to sit up. Diablo brought me some soup and a book before scurrying off again. Probably because I tried groping him. Probably should have just gone with a cuddle. He might have gone for that. At least that way I could have touched him for a few seconds.
Seems I haven’t regained the entirety of my brain function after getting shot. I’m a horny, needy fuck at the moment. Or maybe it’s the pain meds. Not sure, but I can’t help myself.
“Diablo’s been frantic these past few days. I’m glad I didn’t need to murder you myself for making him upset.”
My heart stutters in my chest at that bit of information. I didn’t realize how this would have affected Diablo, the stress he must have been in over this. Fuck, I shouldn’t have jumped on him for calling my mom and sister. I should have understood.
I need to apologize, I think as I eye his father. He looks so much like Diablo in so many ways—much taller, but he has that same orange glow in his eyes. He’s fucking scary when he wants to be.
His lips turn up in a smile that’s not quite nice and he lowers himself into a chair.
“Seems you’ve got quite the hold on my son.”
Well, fuck. If I wasn’t a dead man before, I am now.
“When I found Diablo in the safe house, he was covered in bits of Elio. Seems you inspired him into psychopathy.”
My eyes widen as I rub a hand down my face. “What did he do?”
“Chopped him up quite messily. Couldn’t identify him at all.”
“With his saws?”
“Yes.”
Our eyes meet and I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips up. If it makes me a sick fuck, then so be it. But the fact that Diablo did that for me makes me unreasonably happy.
“Seems he’s in love.”
My heart pitter-patters in my chest.
“…or whatever it is people like us can feel.”
I clear my throat, my pain meds making me a little loopy, but I can still articulate this. “I never intended for anything to happen….”
“I don’t need the details. You saved his life. I owe you mine. Just don’t hurt him or I will do worse to you than he did to Elio.”
I nod and then watch as he stands and reaches his hand out to me. I clasp mine in his and he squeezes.
“Welcome to the family, Skylar.” And then he turns and exits the room, leaving me to stare at my soup.
“Fuck. Me.”
That’s how Diablo finds me minutes later, staring into the brown liquid and trying to get my mind straight.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asks, perching himself on the edge of the bed and glowering at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Your dad threatened me. Felt a little sick after that.”
I eye him and my heart swells. Shit, he’s gorgeous. He’s mine. Whatever that kernel is in my chest is growing. I don’t think it has any plans to stop any time soon.
My little psychopath. Mine.
“Goddammit, what did he say?” Diablo huffs.
