Page 15 of The Devil's Weakness

“A girl, huh?” Stone questions.

“Yeah, she lives in an apartment on Overlook Court. I was thinking about paying her a visit.”

“Yeah, do that. Send Cap the address, and I’ll tell him to meet you there.”?

“Will do.”

After shooting a quick text to Cap, I tuck my phone into my chest pocket. The apartment isn’t too far from here. I fold the paper and put it in the pocket of my jeans with the thumb drive. Mounting my bike, I flick the ignition switch and bring her to life. Clenching my jaw, I rev my engine and peel out of the parking lot.

I’m coming for you, Sasha, and I promise you’re not ready for the punishment I’ll deliver.

There are many things that I can do to her as revenge for what she’s done, and I go over each of them in my head during the short drive. I could threaten her, letting her know she’ll die if Iron dies. I could take out a member of her family, running them off the road the way she did.?

An eye for an eye.

The image of her flashes in my mind, mixing with the vibration of my bike, and my cock twitches.?

Or, I could make her mine to do with as I please. Take her prisoner and never let her go. Punish her every day by reminding her that her life belongs to me. Maybe I’ll keep her tied up in my room in the clubhouse. Tie her to a chair.

Or the bed…

I let my mind wander for a moment too long, picturing her laid out on my mattress, bound to the bed frame, and laid out like the letterX. I’m not shocked by the violence of my thoughts, but I am surprised at the idea that I’d want an ol’ lady—.

Woah, hold on now. You said prisoner, not partner.

There’s never been a time in my life where I’ve wanted a woman by my side. I have my family. They’re my brothers, my comrades, and that’s all I’ve ever needed. I don’t have any issues getting laid either. Be it from a random or a Club whore; I get plenty of tail.

No, this little girl will pay for her sins, and that will be the end of it. Picturing Iron at the base of that hill, I can’t lose sight of the reason we’re after her.

I pull into the parking lot of her apartment. It’s not part of a large complex; it’s just a building with four ground floor units in it. Hers is the first one in the row. I know because I’ve been here before, watching her. It’s not something I’ve done a lot, just a couple of times. I haven’t done it enough to know her patterns, habits, or routines.

Not that I don’t want to.

I fought with myself, hated myself, punished myself for letting her permeate my thoughts, but I couldn’t keep away from her. So finally, I gave in and found out a few things about her. Not much, because I can’t afford to get myself in too deep. Just her name, age, address.

What kind of car she drives.

Rolling my eyes, I pull into the spot in front of her unit. Her car isn’t here, not that I expected it to be. I have a feeling she’s hiding out at someone’s house, or she fled town. All the windows inside her apartment are dark, and it appears empty. If shewerehome, I highly doubt she would be in bed at eight o’clock at night. While I wait for Cap to arrive, I walk around the building and peek inside her windows. There doesn’t appear to be any sign of life in there.

One of the best things about being a member of the Skull is no one will question me about what I’m doing. Either they’re too scared, or they know better than to ask. I hear the roar of Cap’s engine as I walk from the back around to the front of the building. He turns his bike off and joins me at the front door.?

“Doesn’t look like anyone is home,” I inform him.

I wiggle the doorknob, checking to see if it’s unlocked, but it’s not.

“Locked?” Cap asks.

“Yeah,” I confirm before slamming my shoulder against the door.

Both the wood and the brass lock protest, but the door doesn’t budge. I try it one more time, putting some additional force behind the hit, and this time it flies open. Splintered wood goes flying, and it left the latch dangling from the bottom screw.

The absence of a scream or any other commotion confirms that no one is in the apartment. Cap follows me inside and shuts the door as well as he can behind us. The moonlight shines through the window, illuminating part of the apartment, but I turn the lights on, anyway. I want to get a good look around.

I pull out my cell phone and shoot a message to Stone.

Me: Apartment empty. She may have fled.?

Stone: Take a picture of the info you got from Turner and send it to me. I’ll call around to some of the other Clubs nearby; have them keep an eye out for her and the car.

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