Page 37 of Demons in My Bed
My face flamed. “More love letters. Lingerie. Some toys…”
“I’ll handle it. I’m sorry this is happening. I really thought that removing him from the academy would’ve put an end to this… obsession.”
“Me too. I’m still glad he’s gone.”
His face tight, Asrael took away the offensive package, leaving me with the folder that started an obsession of my own. The Exiled.
And now here I was, sleeping with the enemy. These murderous and fully-fledged psychos who had no remorse or sense of right and wrong.
“Here, take these and start distributing them,” Ash said, handing Rooster a stack of what looked like tickets. “Fight night. Tomorrow night at the flats. I want the other gangs to join us.”
Whoops and cheers went up at the idea of a fight night, but what had me interested was the mention of other gangs. What was his angle here?
“Other gangs?” I asked, picking my nails like I was bored to death.
Ash grinned at me. “Yes, love. There are what’s known as the big four in this area: us, Scorpions, Buzzards, and Rampage MC. Every so often, we’ll have a gathering of everyone, just some friendly competition. No killing. You’ll love it.”
Smart. He was using this as an opportunity to draw out Scorpio and possibly dig up information in a supposedly safe setting.
“I’m afraid I have plans. Won’t be able to make it,” I lied.
“Plans? With who?” Ash demanded, his voice on the edge of a snarl.
I shrugged. “Anyone but you.”
Ash slowly smirked and took a step closer, crowding my space. His finger brushed my chin, tipping my face up so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. After a beat, his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “You’re such a little liar. You can act as if you don’t like me all you want, but the taste of your orgasm on my tongue right now says otherwise.”
His hand fell away, and I gaped up at him like a pissed off fish. Reaching down to adjust himself, he went back to talking to his crew. I wanted to claw his bastard eyes out.
The emotional whiplash I was experiencing with these guys was ridiculous. I was beginning to thinkthatwas actually what made them so dangerous. I was a fucking trained professional, yet it felt like my brain had been scrambled from the second I walked into Haunt last night.
“Right then,” the asshole said, clapping his hands together before tossing me a bored look. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
I just glared back. I didn’t feel like talking to him at the moment.
Ash ignored me, turning back to his gang. “Great to see everyone still standing today. Excellent job last night. See you all tomorrow night!”
You’d have thought he was a celebrity with the way these people fawned over him. Charisma clearly went a long way in manipulating people.
He reached for me as he got closer, but I dodged his hand like it was covered in dog shit.Don’t touch me, sexy demon hand.I knew where that would probably lead to—yet again—and it was ridiculous.
He raised a blond brow at my sudden movement. “Mosquito or something?”
“Yeah, a big, blond one with tattoos and velvet freaking pants.”
“Palmer, you are hilarious. A mosquito? Honestly? I’ve clearly got a mothman aesthetic going on here. Get yourself together.”
Once again, I was left staring at this creature like I was the dumbass and his insanity was the truth. I stomped out to the car, letting myself in while the prince of criminals waved to his underlings. I really needed to locate my phone when we got back to Haunt. It had been in my bag, but seeing as how I hadn’t gotten that back yet, I bet my phone was still down in that maze. There wasn’t anything incriminating on it, so that really wasn’t the issue. It just wasn’t normal for a twenty-five-year-old woman to not be demanding her phone.
Ashland folded his big body into the car and pressed the ignition. “Ready to find Felix?”
“I guess. Hey, do you know where my phone ended up?” I asked, not looking at him as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.
“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out my phone, handing it over. “Most people would’ve been clamoring for it the second their eyes popped open. Or hell, last night even.” He merged onto the highway and shifted gears, letting us fly past the cars that were already cruising at high speeds.
I immediately unlocked it and pretended to be checking messages and social media. “Yeah, well, I was a little distracted. Last night… and this morning.” It was the truth.
His icy-blue eyes flicked over to me, and I desperately tried to douse the heat that was climbing up my neck. “I like when you blush like that. I like it even more when you do it in public,” Ashland confessed as his tatted fingers stroked the gear shift.
