• Killer •
Fuck.
With a fuming Devil on my back, I make my way downstairs, leaving a half-naked Violet in the middle of the room. I groan, my thoughts slipping back to her soft body under mine—warm, intoxicating, blinding me from the current f****d-up situation I’ve landed in.
Devil found out.
And f**k me, I can’t stop wondering how the fucker knew. There hadn’t been even a flicker of surprise on his face when I opened that door.
“You f****d up, VP,” Iren laughs the moment he sees me walking down the stairs.
All my brothers are gathered in the bar. Some are smirking, some glaring, and a few look like they couldn’t care less. But they’re all here because of the rule: No one touches the family of the Prez.
I bare my teeth at Iren, and the fucker only laughs harder. Standing next to hi
