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Diablo’s brow arches slightly, then his smile turns almost evil, and I realize that’s how he got his name. His entire face has changed. He almost appears to be the devil himself. Clearing my throat, I take a step backward and press my lips together.
“He comes anywhere near me or you, he will not survive, and you’ll never have to worry about him again.”
“Sounds like a dream,” I exhale.
Diablo winks, then turns around and walks away. He doesn’t ask me anything else. Instead, he turns his head slightly and calls out to me from over his shoulder. “Lock up, babe.”
I take a step back before I close the door, flipping the dead bolt locked again, then make my way into the kitchen. I haven’t had anything to eat since the eggs at breakfast, and my stomach is growling.
My phone is still on the kitchen counter where I left it earlier, so I pick it up and check messages. Thankfully, there isn’t anything, but then I realize I haven’t contacted Charley or Justin. I don’t know if they’re worried, but I decide to let them know I’m safe anyway.
The first call I make is to Charley. “I’m safe,” I say as my greeting. “I just wanted to let you know.”
There is a moment of silence, then he clears his throat before he speaks. “I’m happy as fuck, babe,” he murmurs. “Justin is here. He’s a little banged up, but he’s good.”
“I’m glad. I just wanted to let you know I’m safe.”
“You’ll keep us updated?”
There is a moment of silence, then I let out a sigh. “I will. I’m with the father of the baby and his people. He’ll protect us.”
“Good.”
He ends the call, and I stare at my phone. Good is an understatement. Great is more like it. I should have never run. I should have stayed and told him everything. I should have known that this man, my man.
My person.
That he would know how to protect me. How to save me. And I should have trusted that the other men in the Devil’s Hellions could and would protect their women, too.
ChapterEighteen
AGONY
Diaz sits backin his oversized desk chair, appearing like the fat cat he wishes he were. He’s not. He ain’t fucking shit. But my entire goddamn being aches as I hand over three women to him… not even fully grown women. They’re still fucking girls, in my opinion. Not a goddamn day over nineteen, I would guess.
I can’t even think straight.
Thankfully, Duke can since he’s done this a million fucking times.
“Next shipment comes in a few days,” Duke murmurs. “I don’t like doing this middleman shit. Especially with an order that large.”
An order.Jesus fucking Christ. And I thought I was an asshole. I’m basically a fucking saint standing in the same room as these two when they speak. I don’t know how any of this makes me feel. No, that’s a lie. It makes me feel vile and nauseous. I want to throw up everywhere. It’s disgusting.
“Are you saying you want tomeetmy buyer?” Diaz asks.
Duke shrugs a shoulder, taking half of a step closer to the desk, then stops and places his palms on the wood. I don’t make a fucking move. I don’t even breathe. Because we need this shit. We need this to happen.
“Trust goes in all ways, Diaz,” Duke murmurs.
Diaz stands slowly, placing his palms on the desk, too, bending over it a little too far in an attempt to look tough. It doesn’t work. He still looks like a fucking pussy. I could kill this guy with one hand behind my back. It would make this shit a lot easier, but maybe it’ll be better Logan’s way when they’re all hauled off to fucking federal prison.
Patience is not my virtue, but after dealing with Reese, I’ve discovered I’m a little more patient than I thought was possible. So, I’m going to continue to try, even though I want to gut this motherfucker right here and now.
“You’re lucky I even continue to deal with you,” Diaz growls. “I could use anyone for this.”
Duke snorts and stands up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down his nose at Diaz before he speaks. “You can’t, and you know that. So stop playing tough guy. I get what I want, and in turn, you get what you want. That’s the way this is going to work. Yeah?”
Diaz backs down, but only slightly. He wants to save face, but I can tell he is pissed off about it. This fuck is a ticking time bomb, and I want him taken completely out of the picture before he explodes. Then his lips twitch into a sneer and he growls before he straightens. He has some kind of plan. It’s just hit him, and I don’t like it at all.
