Page 19 of Diablo
“Get me a bottle of whiskey,” I hum.
I watch the Prospect hustle and place the bottle and glass on the bar countertop. I pour the whiskey into the glass and take a pull.
Pinkie walks up to me, wraps her arm around my waist, places her hand on my thigh, and looks up at me, smiling.
“VP, do you want me to make you feel good,” Pinkie hums, moving her hand up my thigh.
“Pinkie, not today,” I hiss, removing her hand.
“I want you to make me feel good,” Viper snickers.
“Okay,” Pinkie hums, moving over to him.
“Let’s go to the strip club,” Sin hums,
“I want to stay here and relax,” I scoff, pouring more whiskey into the glass.
“Fuck,” Sin huffs, grabbing the whiskey bottle.
My cell beeps, and I pull out my cell from my Cut. I swipe my finger to read the text.
Demon ~ Church at ten am. Tell the Brothers.
Diablo ~ Will do.
I send the group message to the Brothers.
VP ~ Church at ten am. Don’t fuck up.
I take a drag of the cigarette, looking at Athena’s photo.
I’m so fucked.
The next day.
Demon smirks, raising his brow and rubbing his chin.
“What’s so fucking funny? It’s too early for your bullshit. My head is throbbing,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Yeah, I bet. I went to bed at one, and you were still drinking,” Demon huffs, leaning back into his chair.
Demon stares at me for a few minutes, then grabs the file and hands it to me.
“You’re girl Athena Hunter Benson is Folsom’s Mayor, David J. Benson's daughter. Her mother Helen died in a car accident, but it was very odd circumstances. I’m going to have Spy look into that.
That fucker Benson is full of shit and no fucking good. Thank fuck we have video and photos of the fucker with the strip girls and our transgender girl,” Demon says, pursing his lips.
“Huh, Athena Hunter Benson,” I mutter, rubbing my temple.
“Yeah, Athena Hunter Benson,” Demon hums, moving his hands to the back of his head and staring at me.
I look through the file with a heavy heart. I check everything out. Hell, yes, she’s clean, nothing that she didn’t tell me. She’s a good girl, and I ruined her.
Fuck me!
“Thanks. Send me an email with the information,” I hum, holding the file.
“Okay. We have the DNA results,” Demon hums, looking at me.
