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Hell no.
Little did he know that I’ve had my eyes set on Journey since I was eight. He thinks we are obedient little fledglings, but he doesn’t know that he is a bird in a nest of vipers.
Being the Devils that we are, we started weaving our web of destruction that night and are nearly done putting the final pieces into place.
What my father doesn't know, won't kill him.
But we might.
Times will change in the future. You can't overthrow an empire overnight. It takes carefully laid plans and ass-kissing. It began long ago.
Arrow grins, throwing his arms over our shoulders. "When you're the leader of this city, we'll rule this place with iron fists!" he hoots; his decision is made.
‘You're willing to risk this?’ Shepp asks, ever the worrier and over-thinker.
Two seconds ago, he was ready to rock the boat, and now, he's taking a step back. But I get it. We have three measly weeks until our training under my father is over. We've worked hard over the years, beating his enemies and taking notes on the roles he expected us to play. We've completely obliterated the ones seeking revenge on my father. Blood has been spilled and rests on our hands. All in the name of learning how to become men.
Soon, we'll be fully inducted. A few more weeks until we can truly claim her as ours, as it was always intended. Only, she doesn't know what's in store for her. But I do. They do.
"She's worth every risk," I say with certainty, clapping him on the shoulder. "We've done the training. We've proven ourselves time and time again. Now, I want to take a vow for you, him, and me."
"What vow?" Arrow asks, rubbing his hands together.
"We vow that Journey West will be ours tonight in every way." I want to feast on her damn pussy and fuck her until the sun goes up. Only then will I be satisfied until she graduates in a few weeks.
Then, we'll be reunited.
"Damn straight! Now, let's go catch a kitten." Arrow's grin disappears beneath the Halloween mask, locked forever in a scary, skeleton face with blood dripping down it.
"Time to reign in my little Chaos." I grin, bringing my mask down over my face, hiding my identity from the world.
No one will suspect the three Devils to be at this raging mask party. We're above parties with our peers. Or so they think. We've sipped champagne since we were sixteen and meandered through alliance dinners with other gangs and mafia families, making a good impression and solid connections for business.
"You're an extension of me, Jericho. You three will act accordingly. You're the heir, ready to inherit this kingdom when the time comes. And they're your seconds-in-command." My father's voice rings through my mind. Possibly at the worst time.
Because the moment I walk into this party, I'm defying all his orders. The moment I touch her, I'm disobeying his direct command.
"You're not allowed to talk or touch Journey until she graduates. Then the deal begins, and she is all yours." His cruel smile reminds me of the terror he causes daily. To his soldiers and second-in-command, Thomas Mondelli, Shepp's father, but primarily to me, his son. I'm the one who gets the worst of it.
If only he knew.
So, I adjust my bloody skeleton mask one last time before walking through the massive mansion door. If we entered this party as ourselves, filled to the brim with people from our area. We'd be mauled to death by our fangirls, wanting a sweet taste of the mafia life. They see the expensive cars, the mansion on the hill, and the money in our accounts. They see the potential for power and ruling.
But they don't see the carnage we've left behind—the blood on our hands or the bodies in the dirt.
We're the goddamn Devils of Briar Cove.
Fear us.
Humid air surrounds us the moment we walk through the front door. The music bears down on our chests with every beat of the bass, vibrating me to the core.
Shepp and Arrow flank me on each side, instinctively protecting me from the bouncing shoulders. It's the same dynamic we've had since we became inseparable as kids. They protect me in public from harm, and I do the same for them when necessary. We're in this brotherhood together. We're family. But their roles are my seconds-in-command.
People get lost in the melodies. Losing themselves in each other. We get lost in her.
Silently, we circle our little prey with hunger in our eyes, and possession tingling our fingertips. And she doesn't have a clue. Finally, we're within touching distance, soaking up her presence.
The only things visible through her black cat mask, covering her just under her eyes and forehead… are her moss-green eyes, plump red-stained lips, and cheeks. Those beautiful eyes pop open when my hands brush against her hips, and I pull her forward and into me.
