Page 108 of The Wicked
Looking around, soldiers were guarding the area here and there, and I walked towards the house.
The sound of the car door opening and closing had me stopping and turning to see Elio approaching me. “I’m not giving you your gun back,” I said, clearing that up.
“You can keep it,” he said, now standing before me.
“All right.” I nodded, turning to leave, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Wait.”
His hold on my wrist was warm, and the feeling somehow managed to creep up my skin in a way that had my heart pumping blood to my body with the main purpose of making me flush.
“What,” I stated in question, unable to stop my gaze from flickering to his lips.
Elio mirrored my action but made no move. “You won’t tell anyone about my father.”
I couldn’t even hide the pity in my eyes. “There’s nothing to tell… Your father’s dead. He’s been dead for years; everyone knows that.”
He was about to say something when the door to the house pulled open, and Devil rushed out, beelining towards us.
“Devil—” Before I could complete my statement, Devil was yanking Elio’s hold from my wrist, shoving him hard on the chest, and landing a blow to his face. Elio stumbled back at the impact. Soldiers rushed towards us, and Elio quickly waved them off.
I quickly intervened when Devil wanted to charge towards his brother again, getting between the two. “That’s enough, D. Rein it in.” His chest was heaving, a deadly glare aimed directly at Elio, who worked his jaw with his hand, making no move to attack back.
“That was for watching her get kidnapped,” Devil said, trying to inch closer to Elio, but I held him back. “Fucking touch her again, and see what I’ll do,” he finished, grabbing my wrist and pulling me with him towards the house.
I turned briefly, just in time to see Elio, shoving both hands into his pocket, his eyes on the both of us. Something flashed through them, but Devil pulled me inside the house before I could name it, slamming the door shut behind us.
I pulled my hand from his grip, stepping away from him with a glare. “That was so uncalled for. Why the fuck did you hit him?”
“Are you seriously asking me that question?”
“Yes! It’s not his fault that I got kidnapped, Devil.”
He looked at me with disbelief, eyes running down my body as if just noticing my change of clothes. “He watched you get kidnapped. He stood there and watched them take you.”
“I know, but that’s not important anymore because he still came for me. Stop being such a controlling jerk.”
“Controlling?”
A shuffle from a corner made us turn to find Upper watching us, leaning on the kitchen entryway. “Oh, sweet Devil,” he taunted. “Always trying to control things he doesn’t possess.”
“Shut the fuck up and mind your own business; this has nothing to do with you.”
Upper scoffed, glancing briefly at me before looking at Devil. “Right, nothing to do with me at all.”
I frowned.
“Glad you’re not dead, Zahra,” Upper said, and then he flipped Devil off before disappearing down the passage, a bedroom door slamming a few seconds after.
I blinked in the direction Upper had gone before returning my attention to Devil, who had an unreadable expression on his face.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“Nothing,” he said.
“I’m not an idiot, Devil. Upper’s pissed; Upper is never pissed.”
“It’s nothing,” he snapped.
