Page 65 of Cruel Devotion

I rolled my eyes. “Then, let’s get the code.”

“And who are we supposed to get the code from, Lei?” Chen left the front of me and returned to my side. “The few that aren’t in mini-comas, and it’s only a few. . .actually. . .maybe one. He can’t talk.”

Hu looked up. “Who is still conscious?”

“Rattlesnake Ricky.”

Hu shrugged. “How about I try and question him. Can he work his fingers to write?”

Chen scowled at me. “Possibly. A few weren’t broken. I think.”

Duck studied me. “I have a question.”

I looked at him. “What?”

“Was Monique mad?”

A knot formed in my stomach. “She was a little upset.”

This time, Chen snorted.

Duck raised his eyebrows. “You made her mad?”

“Her and I have a lot to discuss.”

“No disrespect, Lei.” Duck pointed at me. “But I didn’t step aside so that you could be overbearing with her.”

I fisted my hands. “You stepped aside because you didn’t want to go to the hospital, and in regard to Monique and how I treat her, it is none of your business—”

“I am watching you.”

Rage surged in me. “You’re what?”

“You fuck up, and—”

Chen loudly cleared his throat and grabbed our attention. “The tent’s flap is moving. I think she is coming out.”

Eager, I snapped my view in that direction.

The tent’s flap rustled and then lifted, revealing Monique.

The world paused, and my breath caught, held captive by her appearance.

Fuck yes.

Tonight, Monique was adorned in a blue lace corset dress that clung to her form exquisitely. The lacework detailed every curve and contour of her figure.

But it was the audacious high split on her right that drew my immediate attention. It stretched daringly up to her hip, offering a tantalizing view of her toned, sexy leg.

My cock ached.

Every step she took seemed purposeful and deliberate, made even more striking by the sparkling blue shoes that captured every ounce of available moonlight.

Fuck this feast. I should take her back in the tent.

Cascading from her ears were long blue diamond earrings, shimmering brilliantly and reaching down to her shoulders.

All coherent thoughts scattered from my mind, replaced by a vortex of emotions; hunger, yearning, excitement, and hints of fear.

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