Page 74 of The Devil's Weakness

“Yeah?” I’m curious but nervous.

“Well, what I’m about to tell you is something that I shouldn’t tell you, and it’s something that you’re not allowed to talk to anyone else about. But, I need you to understand the severity of the situation for your own safety.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Goosebumps covermy skin as fear creeps up my spine.

“You’re scaring me,” I tell him.

“There was a scuffle the other night at The Lair, and your brother ended up on the ground. When I helped him up, a bag of heroin tumbled out of one of his pockets.”

He pauses.

“Okay?”

I’m not sure where he’s going. I already know Michael uses drugs. This is nothing new.

“It had a particular insignia on the baggie—a skull with a knife through its head. This insignia belongs to a Club up in Bonneauville, called Death’s Road.”

“I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand.”

He moves forward and takes me by the hand, tugging me over to the sofa to sit with him.

“The Skull is like a bunch of fluffy bunnies compared to Death’s Road—if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it until the day I die. We aren’t weak, but we have certain values whereas they have none.”

I cock my eyebrow at him, skepticism clear on my face.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but what happened to you was out of the norm for us… where a woman is concerned, anyway. Look, I’m not trying to tell you we’re a bunch of saints, but compared to them…”

He drifts off, but I get what he’s trying to say.

“Okay, so what does this have to do with Michael?” I ask.

“Having any kind of connection to them, no matter how big or small, puts your life in danger. You thought you were in for it when I caught up with you? That was practically foreplay compared to what they would do to you.”

I can’t move, and I don’t know what to say. All I know is I’m just as scared now as I was in that cell at the clubhouse.

“But you don’t know that he got it directly from the Club. I’m sure they distribute to dealers who sell for them. Michael probably doesn’t know about the Club at all. Just the lowlifes they have working for them.”

“Sasha, theyarethe lowlifes selling the drugs.”

I can’t listen to this anymore. It’s too much. I finally started feeling like I could breathe easily for the first time in almost a week. I can’t go back to things spiraling out of control again.

“Okay, listen to me. I can’t think about this right now. I hear what you’re saying, and I appreciate the heads up. Really, I do. But I just got out of a crisis. I’m in no shape to dive headfirst into another one.”

He nods, but I know this isn’t over.

The pushy bastard he is.

Part of me wonders if he’s lying, so I’ll want to stay close to him for protection. Maybe not, but it could also be that he’s over-exaggerating the situation.

“I still have some important things to take care of today, and I won’t let you side-track me anymore. I’m going to finish doing my hair, so I can go take care of my errands. Why don’t you go back to the clubhouse? I’ll be fine walking. I actually think the fresh air would do me good.”

I watch him as the wheels in his head turn. I wait for him to fight me on it, and I’m stunned when he doesn’t.

“Can you at least pack a bag that I can take home with me? Unless you’re rethinking wearing my clothes while you’re there.” A devilish gleam returns to his dark eyes. “Or nothing…”

He’s not going to like what I’m about to say, but I have to put my foot down.

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