Page 18 of The Devil
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I begin to chew on my thumbnail.
I know I should be thankful they don’t come to this gas station often, but I wish they’d stay away altogether. I hate seeing them, and they always taunt me.
I’m scared they’ll rape me again. Or worse. Kill me.
God, I hate my life.
I wish… I just wish things would get better.
Please let me win the lottery so I can move away from Aurora.
I still won’t be able to go to Mom and Aunt Sherrie, though. No amount of money in the world will erase the hell those men inflicted on me that night.
But it sure would make life easier.
Chapter 6
ENZO
When I hear car engines, I get up from the couch and move to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that span over the two floors.
I watch as three SUVs pull up to the front of the house, then I walk to the door and open it for the men.
One breaks away from the group, and when I recognize him, I shake my head. “What are you doing here?”
Santiago grins at me. “I heard you needed backup, so I came.”
“I didn’t say I needed backup.”
“You’ve requested over twenty men in total. That’s a clear cry for help,” he taunts me, and as he reaches me, he grabs my hand and shakes it. “I’m bored and could do with some action.”
I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly, but then I see Dominik, and my eyes narrow. “You too?”
“Apparently, I’m bored too.” He gestures at Santiago. “He dragged me here.”
I pull my hand free from Santiago’s and quickly shake Dominik’s. “If you tell me Leo and Cassia are also here, I’m not going to be happy.”
“They’re at the motel.” Santiago smirks at me. “We’ve taken over the place, and we’ll be staying for a while.”
I shake my head at the man. “Seriously?” I glance between the two men. “What about your wives and kids?”
“They’re having some girl time and couldn’t wait to be rid of us,” Dominik mutters.
“Think of it as a little family reunion,” Santiago says, letting out a chuckle. “It’s been months since we last saw you in person.”
“I’ve never missed a meeting,” I mutter. Glancing at the ten guards, I order, “Scatter out over the property. We’re not expecting any company.”
They all jump into action to secure the grounds.
Santiago pats my arm. “We came all this way. Are you going to let us stand outside or invite us into your home?”
“It’s not my home,” I grumble, but I step back and gesture for them to go inside. “Are Leo and Cassia really here?”
“Yes.” Santiago glances at the décor. “Not exactly what I pictured your home would look like.”
“The house came furnished. I’m waiting for my furniture to arrive.”
Dominik sits down on the armchair, then asks, “Want to catch us up with what’s happening between you and the MC club?”
