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The cop across from me silently broods, turning bright red when Jericho comes over to the table, eyeing the pictures.
His tongue clucks when he rips each picture in two.
“You can’t do that. That’s evidence,” the officer says through clenched teeth.
Jericho throws the torn-up photos back in his face with a grunt. “You have no evidence,” he says smoothly, sauntering around the table. “You’ll leave now.”
“You—”
“Leave, Officer Holloway,” comes a man’s deep voice from the doorway.
“Chief,” Holloway balks, stiffening in his seat. “You can’t be…”
“I’m deadly serious. Mr. Viotto has the room.” He gestures with his head for the officer to follow him out, which he does while stomping his feet.
Then, it’s just Jericho and me.
I sit back in my chair. Well, as much as I can with my hand secured to the table. The door opens again, and a portly man enters, hands Jericho a stack of papers with a nod, and then leaves.
“Little Chaos,” he basically purrs when he sits across from me, eyeing me with a sparkle in his deep, dark eyes.
“Asshole,” I quip, raising a brow.
He chuckles—fucking laughs at me, rummaging through the papers in front of him, until he finds what he wants and places it in front of him.
“You’re being released.”
“Released?” I question, raising a brow.
On the outside, I’m relaxing into the chair without an ounce of anxiety on my face. On the inside, though? My heart pounds. Speculation rises inside me, mixing with unease as Jericho’s smile grows.
“To us,” he says in a deep, depraved voice promising something sweet and painful.
“To you?” I breathe.
“Us.”
“Us?” I swallow my tongue when he opens the paper in front of him, producing a pen from his suit jacket.
“To us. The Devil’s. To our mansion. There are some rules, though.” He lifts a brow when I suck in a breath. This is too much. This is fucking crazy. “Rule one, you’ll be bound to us so we can keep track of you.”
“Like… house arrest?” I blurt.
Ain’t no way that’s happening.
He grins. “Precisely, Little Chaos. So, you’ll sign this, and you’re not allowed to leave our sight. Or us. You’ll be ours.”
Theirs? Not allowed to leave? What kind of stalker shit is this? This feels more like a prison sentence than what I’m already facing. Maybe this place is better than being with them.
“I have a life,” I hiss, jumping to stand, but my cuffs hold me to the table. “You can’t just…”
“I can. I take what’s mine. I refuse to wait any longer. Now, sit.” He points a finger down like I’ll obey.
My nostrils flare at his demand. Like fuck am I going to follow his orders. He can suck a cactus and then stick it up his ass for all I care. There’s no way I’m locking myself away in their creepy as fuck mansion on the hill.
He grins, something flaring in his dark eyes. “I always knew you’d be hard to control. Run from me, Little Chaos. I’ll chase you. Always.” I swallow hard when he snaps his fingers and points down again. “Sit.”
“I’m not a dog,” I snark, staying on my feet.
