Page 5 of Jezebel's Liberation

Soul nods before walking across the room to his old lady, Cece. I watch the couple for a minute, the way they each light up in the other’s presence, and jealousy slithers its way into my veins.

“He’s not joking, Mark,” Malice says.

I smirk. “It’s Demon, now.”

My brother throws his head back and laughs, something that’s rare for him. “Yeah, kid, it’s Demon now. And those demons are gonna get you in trouble if you fuck with Jez.”

“Not fucking with her, bro.”

But I want to. Fuck, how I want to.

“See that it stays that way. Jez might help out with finding sinners to purge, but she’s too good for this world. Soul will gut anyone who brings her in far enough for the danger to actually touch her.”

“Understood.”

“Where’ve you been, Jezebel?”

I stare at the six faces eyeballing me from my forty-three-inch main computer monitor and shake my head. The other four screens, stacked up on either side of it, light up with the information we need to complete our latest job. Sometimes, I take this kind of job to my brother, Soul, and his club, Saints Purgatory MC. But lately, I’ve been on edge and need to see this one through myself. If I give the club the information to take out this son of a bitch, I’ll end up on the sidelines, watching from a screen, and not in the middle of the action where I want to be.

Not this fucking time.

“Personal shit,” I mutter as I pull up the latest credit scan that Loki sent while I was at the clubhouse.

I hate that I had to leave Mark’s patch-in ceremony, but this is more important. He’ll forgive me for bailing, although coming up with an excuse is going to be hard. Sure, my family knows what I do on the side, butno one, not even Grim, knows how far beyond the digital world I’m willing to go, nor do they know about my team.

Jinx wags her brows and smirks. “Care to elaborate, boss?”

“Nope,” I say firmly.

“Took you a while to get online, Jez,” Loki states. “I sent that info an hour ago. You usually jump right on when I deliver juicy deets about a perp.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re not ta?—”

“Omigod, Loki!” Diabla shouts. “You cockblocked her. Jez, please tell me you at least got off.”

“I didn’t cockblock her,” Loki protests.

“Okay, you taco blocked her,” Diabla counters.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” I ask incredulously.

“Since Loki doesn’t have a cock but a taco…” Her voice trails off.

I hold up my hands. “I get it.”

Bela snorts while Loki gasps.

“You were on a date?” Phantom asks casually.

“Um… guys, I don’t think Jez’s personal life is any of our business,” Bela interjects.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “No, I wasn’t on a date, and I wasn’t fucking anyone, Diabla.”

“But you wanted to,” Diabla taunts.

“How the hell did you draw that conclusion?” Phantom asks, perplexed.

“No one blushes that hard unless she was thinking about it,” Diabla explains.

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