Page 57 of Cruel Devotion

He stepped closer, dirtying up the shower floor. “I should apologize.”

“O-okay.” I edged back. “Apologize for what?”

“It’s clear that there is aseriousmisunderstanding between us.” He lowered his eyes to my wet breasts and grunted.

My stomach twisted. “Lei?”

He snapped his view back to my face.

“Why. . .” I swallowed. “W-why is there blood on your face and chest?”

“Why did you think Rowe Street Mob could be around you?”

I shrieked. “No. . .No. You didn’t k-kill them. Right? Lei?”

He narrowed his eyes. A dangerous glint flickered through them. “I can barely deal with my cousin being around you—”

“Did you kill them?”

“And you think that I would let five guys that I don’t know—”

“Lei!” I covered my breasts with my arms. “D-did you kill them?”

“Would it matter?”

“Yes.”

“It wouldn’t.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Cold horror replaced the warmth of the shower. I was now trapped in this small space with a clear psycho.

He glared. “No.”

“No? No, what?”

“I didn’t kill them.”

I let out an exasperated breath. “Jesus. Christ.”

“No one watches you, but Four Aces—”

“Who’s blood is that?”

“Their blood.”

I widened my eyes. “Hold on. You hurt them?”

“A lot.”

“Oh my God.” I rushed by him and was thankful that he let me leave the shower. For all I knew, he might have kept me in there.

I rushed to grab a blue towel, quickly wrapped it around my body, and hurried out of there.

Once I stepped into the sleeping section, another shocking surprise came.

Who the hell are they?

I nearly tripped over my own feet.

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