“You’re nearly killing people, and now you’re getting hurt too. I said you could have a few fights to unleash your mood, but you’re just getting moodier somehow.”
What fucking bullshit.
“I need it. Let me fight again,” I demanded, but he scowled.
“You’re getting hurt.”
“Good!” I bit out, a tortured sigh leaving him.
He cupped my chin, meeting my gaze with understanding in his pretty brown eyes.
“I know you miss him, but getting the shit kicked out of you or killing people won’t make it hurt any less. Trust me, I’ve tried over the years with my brother.”
It felt like he’d tossed a bucket of ice-cold water over me, and I jerked back from him, intending on taking off, but he frowned and gripped my chin almost painfully as he looked me in the eye again. “Are you fucking high?”
They always acted so fucking surprised.
They knew I made a habit of it.
“You know I like to indulge in cocaine occasionally, so back off,” I replied as I tried to pull away from his grip.
“Like fuck, you hardly touch it anymore. Where did you get it?” He growled, acting as if I was suddenly rebelling, when in reality, he knew for a fact that I never gave it up.
He didn’t need to know where I got it from, either.
“C’mon, you know the Psychos run drugs. It’s not like it’s hard for me to get hold of,” I argued, clenching my jaw despite the pain it caused from his fingertips.
He didn’t believe me, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion as he finally let me chin go.
“You sure you didn’t take it from anyone here?”
“No,” I lied, grateful when he let it go.
He’d go off his fucking head, otherwise.
I understood that the guys all cared about me, but they didn’t fucking own me.
He sighed again, appearing to be tired all of a sudden as if I drained the life right out of him.
“You need to head home, okay? Skeet can’t know you were fighting here, or he’ll chop off my fucking balls.”
Fine by me.
“I know, and he won’t find out.”
His phone rang, and he cursed as Skeeter’s name came up on the screen, giving me a dirty look.
“Babe, you need to go so I can tell him I haven’t seen you, just in case he stops by to check. Get Marco to run you home. Make sure you clean that cut on your cheek.”
I shrugged, ruffling his hair playfully.
“Sure thing, pretty boy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You will. After school,” he promised, but the chances of him just showing up and sticking to me like glue were high.
He might as well apply to finish high school with the amount of time he was wasting in my classes.
I was surprised the teachers hadn’t banned him, to be honest.
I had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that I was Queen of the Elite, and the guys rich-ass parents scared them too much.
“Okay,” I grinned, turning and heading off to the Devil’s office in search of Marco.
I walked in and found him sitting back at his desk, smoking a bong as if he was just stopping for a coffee break.
He grinned when I wandered over to the desk and perched my hip on it, crossing my arms firmly.
“If it isn’t the crazy bitch. I’m surprised you don’t have a little more damage to your face. Pretty sure you let them get those hits in on purpose. Want a hit on the bong?” He asked, blowing smoke in my face and cocking his head.
“Nah, but a lift home would be nice. Hunter said I can’t play anymore,” I shrugged, earning an amused glance from him.
“You’re making my boy soft, cunt-face.”
I couldn’t help myself.
A smile tugged on my lips as I joked.
“Usually, I make him hard.”
“Well, aren’t you on fire tonight. C’mon, let’s get going then, before he comes looking for you,” he snorted, putting the bong on the desk and standing up to stretch, his shirt rising just enough for black tattoo ink to peek out from across his toned abs.
“Yeah, what ever would we do if he found us talking in the office?” I asked, rolling my eyes and trying to hide the fact that I’d been checking him out.
I followed him through the warehouse and out to his car, sliding into the passenger seat without another word.
The drive to my place was quiet, but once he’d parked in the driveway he headed inside with me and grinned as I handed him a beer.
Hunter never said he couldn’t hang around for a while.
“You’re a seriously good fighter. Was it just the coke that turns you in to a machine, or do you always fight like that?”
“I always fight like that. Thanks for the powder though,” I chuckled, making his face turn serious, his voice coming out harsh.
“You know the fucking deal.”
“Yeah, I won’t tell Hunter,” I snorted, startled when he grabbed my throat hard to make me look at him, his voice low with warning.
“He’ll kill me if he finds out I’m getting you fucked up, so make sure you don’t tell him shit, or I’ll fucking bury you alive, you got that?”
Fucking hell, the guys were all untrusting assholes.
“Hey, I promised, didn’t I?”
He stared at me without emotion, his golden-brown eyes boring into mine as he tightened his hand, cutting off some of my airflow.
“Your promise doesn’t mean fucking shit to me. I don’t trust women,” he bit out, anger and pain flashing in his eyes.
My heart hurt for him.
Behind every defensive guy, was usually a story about a broken heart and a spiteful woman.
“Who burned you, baby?” I asked softly, causing him to jerk back from his hold on me as I lifted my hand to touch his face.
“Who hasn’t burned me is an easier question to answer. You’re part of another crew, so I trust you even fucking less,” he spat, taking another step back for good measure.
“Good, because I don’t trust you either, asshole,” I shrugged as his eyes watched mine, trying to figure me out, before his face became soft.
“Who burned you, Donovan?” He asked seriously, lifting his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear, running his thumb along my tender cheek.
“Who hasn’t?” I forced out, leaning into his touch as his fingers trailed through my hair, almost affectionately.
It was a bad idea, but it soothed me to have him so close.
It shouldn’t have, so maybe there was something wrong with me.
He was a fucking Devil, and one of those were already complicating shit for me.
I also didn’t know him in the slightest, other than the cocaine he’d snuck me earlier in the night.
I had no idea why he agreed to give me any.
Fuck, why did I let him into my house alone?
He cocked his head, his fingers still running through my hair absently as a cruel grin hit his face.
“You know, Hunter’s been obsessed with you since you tried to take us all down on your drug run that day. I see why he likes you, but the obsession’s a little over the top, if you ask me. You’re not that fucking great.”
“I’m just likeable, and no one fucking asked you,” I snorted, my body going tense as he moved closer with a low chuckle.