Page 50 of The Devil's Redemption

Opening my door, he waits to see if I need any assistance getting into the cab before leaning in and fastening my seat belt. It’s a little much, but I can’t deny that letting him assert his dominance over me brings back that warmth I felt earlier, before he left the diner. It would be nice if that feeling could transfer over into the bedroom.

I don’t know if it’s Ellie’s words about how well I’m doing or whether my subconscious really misses Blade’s touch, but I want to try again when we get home. I want to give us the chance to rekindle what we lost while I was… Away.

With Kid in the back seat, we take off down Main Street, heading south. The garage that Blade owns is just down the road. I can’t believe I didn’t know he works here. I knew there were a few members of the Skull who are employed here, but I’ve never seen Blade here before now.

Though, to be honest, I’ve only been here once. I felt very uncomfortable between the few members of the Skull who were working along with the other clientele who were there at that time. There was a group of scantily clad girls who—as we pull into the driveway of the garage, I see again.

What the hell goes on here? This can’t be thesamegroup of girls, right? It’s too much of a coincidence that they’d be here the only two times I’ve ever set foot on this property.

“Here we are,” Blade utters as he shuts the engine off.

The moment he steps out of the truck, one of the girls—a tall, redhead with a tiny skirt and a big attitude—sashays her ass over to Blade as though she owns him, pulling him in for a hug.

Fuck waiting for him to open my door. I drop down onto the dirt drive, moving faster than I have in the past several days. I walk around the hood of the truck, and my eyes catch Blade’s. His stare is as unamused as mine is when he realizes I got out by myself.

“What are you doing?” He breaks out of the girl’s hug after barely a second.

“What? I’m perfectly capable of letting myself out of your truck.”

Please don’t embarrass me in front of these women.

My eyes shift to the girl quickly and then back to Blade.

A look of recognition crosses his face as he realizes why I’m suddenly so pissy.

“Lizzy, this is Sasha, my ol’ lady.”

She turns her head toward me so fast, I’m pretty sure she’s going to have whiplash.

“Ol’ lady? Since when?” she spits.

This bitch is pissed.

“For about a month,” Blade explains, coming to my side and slinking his arm around my shoulders. I’ll allow the month comment in this case. Even though I fought hard against it initially, I don’t mind prorating our relationship. However, the warmth I felt previously is replaced by rage. I want to shrug his arm off, but there’s no way I’m going to act like a petulant child in front of this hooker. Kid walks farther down the driveway, toward the garage.

“Sasha, this is Lizzy. She’s a Doxy.”

A Doxy?

I was just being mean about the hooker remark. I didn’t think she actually was one.

I wait for the girl to take offense to the degrading term Blade just used to introduce her, but I am shocked when I see that she actually seems proud.

“A Devil’s Doxy, to be specific,” she adds.

What the fuck is a Devil’s Doxy? Before I even get the chance to ask, Blade explains.

“The Devil’s Doxies are club whores,” he informs me, too nonchalant for my taste.

Oh, so she’s not a hooker then, she just screws people for free.

“Lovely.” The word comes out like acid on my tongue.

Lizzy knows she’s gotten to me. She’s not shy about the smug grin on her face or the bitchy cock of her eyebrow.

Slut.

There’s no way I’m letting this hussy around Blade when I’m not there. Not that I think Blade would cheat on me, but I don’t trust this bitch as far as I can throw her.

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