Page 33 of The Betrayal You Serve
"Why? Victor is the one in charge of us."
"I know, I just… I've got this feeling that Reid is up to something," I admit with a wince.
Devin sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Explain."
I drain my can before crushing it and dropping it to the table. "I don't know. Something just isn't adding up. Vic set Letty up to bug this place because there was an issue with supply. But you're saying there are shipment issues."
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?"
"I thought it would sort itself out." I shrug like it's not a big deal. In reality, I wanted Reid to continue whatever the fuck it is he's planning in the hope my release is a part of it. It was probably selfish of me not to say anything but I really don't want to get in the middle of something that's going on within the Harris family. I'm already in deeper than I ever wanted to be.
"What the fuck is he playing at?"
"No idea. Don't you trust him?" I ask, knowing full well that he does, just like I do.
"Yeah, with my life. But if he's planning something then he should have fucking told me."
"There'll be a reason he didn't," I tell him, pulling off another beer can, cracking the top open.
Devin does the same, his jaw ticing with frustration. He doesn't need to tell me why. I know how irritated he gets being in Reid's shadow all the time.
I'm about to say something, fuck knows what, mind you, in the hope of distracting him when there is a knock at the front door.
"Expecting someone?" I ask, wondering if he was waiting for a chick to appear and instead ended up with me.
"No. You?"
"Who the fuck comes here for me?" His eyes catch mine and I know he's thinking of the exact same person I am because anger flickers through his eyes. "It won't be her. And you need to let it go."
"Whatever." He climbs from the couch and heads to the front door.
I hear the rumble of his voice before the door shuts once more, I assume after whoever it was has been sent on their way, so what I'm not expecting is for him to appear in the doorway with a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"You were wrong. You've got a visitor."
Devin stands aside but no one appears for a second. But then she steps forward and all the breath races from my lungs as I stare at her.
Her hair is piled on top of her head, her face almost free of makeup showing just how dark the circles under her eyes are and how pale her usually glowing bronzed skin is.
"Come to apologize, Princess?" Devin asks, stepping close to her and picking up the tendril of hair that's hanging around her face.
She doesn't react to him at all, instead keeps her eyes on me.
"C-can we talk?" Her slight hesitation gives away how she's really feeling right now.
Devin shoots me a look, his eyebrow quirked with a silent suggestion.
The thought of him touching her makes me want to cut his fucking hands off but I can't help his idea beginning to sate the twisted need within me to make her pay for last night.
Sitting back and stretching my legs out wide, I run my eyes down the length of her body.
"You know, I'm not really in the mood for talking, Princess."
Her eyes narrow on me as I bite down on my bottom lip, imagining all the dirty things I'd like to do to her right now just to prove who she really does belong to.
She gasps when Devin tugs harshly on that small lock of hair and her eyes fly to his.
