Page 11 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“You belong to The Devils now, you don’t owe me anything… Except, maybe more practice.”

“Nice work.” I hear clapping as my father walks in.

“Thanks, Father.”

“Now, what are you going to do with the woman?”

“She will be my new teacher, until she is ready to release me. Then, she can go her own way and live the life she was never able to while she was with him.”

“I won’t allow that, she is now property of The Devils of Cliffside, and she will bemydirty little secret.“ He announces.

“No, she will not. This was my job. I’ve done it, and I get to say what happens next. If you don’t like it, then we can take it up with the OGs of The Devils, if you would like.” I call his bluff. “Just say the words, old man, and it will be done.” I smile at him and it’s nothing nice.

“You won’t get away with this, you little bastard.”

“Yeah, I will. Kitty, why don’t you go shower while I clean up this mess.” She looks between us and nods her head, taking off for the bathroom.

“Get this taken care of; I will meet you back home.” He likes to boss me around. There will come a time when he won’t be able to. I won’t be this scrawny kid much longer, then he won’t be able to get away with half the things he does.

“Whatever.” I wave him away.

“Don’t take that lip with me, boy. I can have you cut down to nothing the same way you did to him.” He growls, grabbing and twisting my arm.

“Let me go so I can finish up here.” I grunt.

“Don’t forget your place. You may have proven yourself tonight, but that doesn’t make you Devil material in my book.” He growls.

“Luckily, you don’t get to make the final call, Father.” I gloat. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to clean up. I will be home later.” He looks at me a moment longer like he wants to say more, but he decides against it. Thank fuck, because I don’t have the patience for his shit tonight. He turns and leaves. I don’t exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding until I hear the front door slam closed.

Fishing my phone out of my discarded pants, I dial my right-hand man’s number.

“Yeah?” Wells is a man of few words, but when he does have something to say, he damn sure makes it count.

“Wells, I need you to come to this address and bring the others.” I say, disconnecting the call. The rest I will say in person rather than on the phone. Phones have a way of hearing too much.

“How will you dispose of the body?” Kitty asks, coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in a see-through robe. As much as I want to fuck her again, I can’t.

“You need to get dressed. I want you to stay with me tonight.” I admit. I don’t trust my father to not have her kidnapped in the middle of the night.

“I can’t stay with you. Baby, I’m a grown woman. I could be arrested for statutory rape if it got out that we had as much sex as we did.” She whispers.

“You don’t understand. When you are with a Devil, you are untouchable until that Devil decides they are done with you.”

“Oh yeah, what happens when I get old? What will you do with me then?” She asks, letting the robe slip off her shoulders.

“Who said anything about you getting old? I already told you, you don’t look a day over twenty-five, so that would only mean you are ten years older than me.” I say, grabbing her breast and squeezing.

“Mmmm, are you sure we don’t have time for a quickie?” She purrs, batting her eyes at me.

“It will have to be quick, hard, and fast.” I say because the guys will be here any minute.

“I can teach you how to have a real quickie, starting now.” She says, pulling me to the bathroom and closing us in.

Ten minutes later, we exit the bathroom and the body is gone, plus the crime scene is no more.

“We noticed you were rather occupied and took the liberty of cleaning up for you.” Karter says, twirling around a cigarette.

“Yeah, what he said.” Wells chimes in.

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