Hellraiser (The Devil's Own #2) (11 page)

We walk outside and the cold air whips over my skin, momentarily sobering me, and if that didn’t do the trick, Hella’s death glare from across the parking lot—while he has another slut’s body in his hand—does the trick. His jaw flexes before he pushes off the car—and the girl—to stalk over to us, heading straight for me. “Hella—“

His hand grips around Bullet’s collar as he shoves him back.

“Bro, what are you doing?” Bullet protests, pushing his hands off his collar.

“The only Devil that
has
and
is
entering that fortress—is
me!”
he declares, his tongue running across his bottom lip while pushing his chest against Bullet.

“Whoa, hang the fuck on here a minute,” I cut in, interrupting the epic piss down Hella is starting. “You’ve dipped your dick around the whole fucking time I’ve been here, Hella. Fuck you. Come on, Bullet.” I grip onto Bullet’s arm only for him to remain stoic.

Bullet stands still, feet lodged into the ground. He looks at Beast before shaking his head.

“Nah, babe, maybe some other time.” He turns around and walks back into the barn. I pause, my mouth remaining open. I can feel the burning gazes of everyone peering at me.

“Hella!” I shove him in the chest, swallowing down any tears that are about to surface.

“Well, at least they’re actually talking now,” Jada mutters from behind me.

“You are such a fucking piece of shit! I came all the way here because
you
wanted me
safe,
and then when I get here, you sleep with every slut walking!” I turn toward the two girls standing against the red Camaro. “No offense.”

Offense intended. I may be a bitch, but I’m a polite bitch.

For the most part.

Okay, I try.

I continue. “I even saw you getting your motherfucking dick sucked, Hella. So screw you!” His eyes drop to a deathly glare, the corner of his sexy, stupid mouth curling in disgust. I want to spit in his face. Running off adrenaline and some serious sex depravity, I step up to him, my finger jamming into his chest. “And I will
fuck
who I want.”

His hand whips up to my finger. He pulls my body against his. His thick shaft presses against my stomach and I bite back a snarl.

“No, you fucking won’t,” he growls, matter-of-factly.

Yanking my hand out of his grasp, I begin walking to Meadow’s car. “We’ll see about that, Hella. You may control who I sleep with here, but out there,” I point to the road, “you have nothing on me.”

“Keep thinking that, baby,” he yells with a laugh from behind me.

I flip him off before walking towards Meadow’s car. After realizing I’m way too sober for this shit, I walk back to the bar, ready to drown my sorrows deeper.

Hella

After Meadow took the girls back to her place, I followed Melissa back into the clubhouse.

“You gonna handle that situation?” Ripper nudges his head toward Melissa, who has probably poured enough alcohol into her body to create its own brewery.

Beast raises his brows at me in question. I exhale, pushing off the chair. “Yeah, you better,” Beast yells from his spot. “It’s your fucking fault to begin with,” he adds before returning to Ripper to talk about cleaning up the dead body that Layla gave them.

I flip him off and walk towards the bar. Melissa shuffles off the stool and taps Nyx on the shoulder. I narrow my eyes at him. The stupid fucker hasn’t really been sticking to his word about staying away from her, but I’ve eased up on him a bit. He’s a good kid and she needs someone to talk shit with while she’s here. With Meadow always with Beast and Jada at work, she’s had no one.

She turns around and walks straight into my chest. Her eyes travel up my body and she sighs. “Well, this is a complete case of déjà vu,” she slurs, her white blonde hair now pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head. She pushes off my chest, her hands floppy and her eyes barely staying open. “Get outta my way, Hella,” she says with no fight in her voice. The fire she usually has had been replaced with weak tiredness. She begins to walk away from me toward the door.

My hand flies out, gripping her arm. “Melissa, I’ll take you home.”

She attempts to turn around, but loses her balance. I step in instinctively, catching her with her back to my front and my arms wrapped around her waist. My stomach squeezes and I clear my throat, my hands sliding into hers. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

She slurs off something, her eyes shutting, and in a second her body falls limp before almost dropping to the ground. “Whoa!” I bend down and scoop up her legs with my other hand, cradling her against my chest. My eyes close briefly, my jaw clenching. “Fuck.”

Beast and Ripper walk up to me. “I’ll drive the van. We’ll take her home.”

I nod, swallowing past whatever the fuck has decided to rise up my throat. “Yeah, good idea.”

We push through the front door of the north house where Meadow and Melissa have been staying. Meadow jumps off the sofa defensively when she sees me carrying Melissa up the stairs. I ignore her. There are only two bedrooms in this house and I know by the clothes that are strewn across the floor and the single bed that this one is Melissa’s. I walk in and peel the covers off before placing her in. I consider changing her clothes, but figure she’d probably lose her shit if she knew I had done that. Then I think about how fucking hot she is when she’s mad and second-guess myself. Shrugging, I place the covers back over her after deciding I like my dick exactly where it is and not having it chewed off by the crazy blonde.

She stirs and I still. “No, no,” she mutters, her head shoving from side to side. “Please, please don’t touch me,” she continues.

Every single hair on my skin stands to an electrifying height. What the fuck is she talking about?

“Please, Eddy, no!” she pleads, and I swear to God I’m a hair way away from losing my shit and shaking her to wake up. “Cheers, geek,” she murmurs before drifting back into her deep sleep.

My fingers loosen from the grip I had on her blanket and I bring my fist to my mouth, biting down. Pacing up and down the side of the bed, I think about what I should do. I pause, looking back at her peaceful form, and I know I can’t wake her.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, walking out of her bedroom. I’ll get whatever I need to out of her one way or another—if I decide to make her issues my own, that is.

I walk down the stairs, my mind still replaying what just happened.

“She’s asleep,” I say, reaching the living room.

“She alright?” Meadow asks.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat.

“I might take her home tomorrow. I don’t think she’s in any threat.”

I nod. “Yeah, I think that might be best.”

“Sudden change of heart?” she baits me.

My eyes meet hers, a smile on my face. “Heart was never in this equation. More like, sudden change of cock.”

“Alright.” Layla pulls herself up from the couch. “Come on, you. Time to take me home.” She walks over to me, gripping onto my arm, and my body tenses.

The fuck? My body has never tensed around Layla.

Layla pulls away and walks back to Meadow, pulling her in for a hug. “Thank you so much for tonight.”

“No problem.”

I escort both girls back outside before they jump into the van. Pushing in the clutch, Layla looks toward me from the passenger seat. “You need calming down tonight? I could go for a round,” she adds with a smile, pushing in her seatbelt.

I chuckle before shaking my head, my eyes looking out toward the shadows of the night. “Nah, babe. I’m good.” She looks at me, shocked. I’ve never turned down Layla. The girl can fuck with a capital F. But her hand on my arm so soon after I had Melissa in my arms felt off to me, and I need to pull myself together. There’s no way I can bring Melissa into this fucked-up life. I’ve done enough shit to her, but there’s a lot of things that I am, and good is not one of them.

The next day, we’re piling up supplies, ready for our plan of action against The Army. Kurr is the commanding chief and not to be underestimated. Lucky for us, we know where the C4 explosions are kept, so we’ve pulled together a plan by letting Kurr believe that they caught us trying to take them down. Beast will then bargain with them to let us go in exchange for him staying with them. Beast is who Kurr wants, always has been. Everyone else was replaceable except for Beast. I know he wouldn’t kill me because I was a better asset to him in The Army than I was dead; there was a reason why he found me all those years ago. So if this plan falls through as planned, we can begin step two and pull the fuckers down for good. Their operation seems out of this world to folk who didn’t know about it before, but there’s a lot about our corrupted government that civilians don’t know about, this much I can guarantee.

I throw the last of the bags into the back of the van and dish my ringing phone out of my pocket.

“Yo.”

“Be careful,” Jada whispers through the phone. “I mean it, Brax. Garret needs you. I need you.”

I smile, shutting the door. “Put the kid on the phone.”

“He’s busy.”

“What do you mean ‘busy’? Put him on.”

“Him and Melissa are playing COD.”

My jaw clenches with how close this girl is getting to people I care about. “Just put him on, Jada.”

She sighs before yelling out to him.

He answers. “‘Sup?”

“Little man,” I tell him. “Watch out for your mama when I’m gone.”

“Yes, sir!”

“You remember the plan if anything happens to me?”

“Cash is buried 5X, 2Y, take mom and go.”

He repeats the coordinates I set out for him. I’ve had this plan of action ready for him and Jada since he was a baby.

“You got that, kid. Can you do something extra for me?”

“Yeah…?” he answers suspiciously.

“If Melissa is there, make sure she gets home too, okay?”

“But you’re coming back, right?” he asks.

I smile. “Of course. Can’t get rid of me that easy. See you later, kid.”

“Later, Uncle Brax.”

Shutting my phone, we walk into the clubhouse for a final round-up. When I walk into the boardroom, Beast is on the phone. He sees me and raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he mutters, watching me. “Yeah, seems fair. Need me to sort that out with Asha?” he adds, tilting his head. “She knows, and she wants to go instead of Layla, so I don’t think you have much convincing to do. She’ll do anything for her sister, Tiny.” He listens for a moment. “Alright, let me know if you need any help,” he says before hanging up his phone.

I flick my fingers toward it. “He all good?”

“Not really,” Beast admits, pushing his phone into his pocket. “But his dick is doing the thinking for him. He sees this as his in with Asha. I think he’s sorely mistaken. The girl is a banshee.”

I laugh, pulling out my seat. It was just Beast and me in here, the other brothers were organizing the van. I pull out a joint, bringing it to my mouth and blazing it up. “Remember that time you made it rain blood here at that underground poker ring for The Army?” I hand him the joint and he takes it. We do this every time before we’re about to hit something big; it’s become a ritual.

He sighs. “Yeah, I remember. There’s something I didn’t tell you about that hit. It came back in a dream.” He hands me back the joint, exhaling out the thick cloud of smoke.

“Yeah?” I ask, interested. “What’s that?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “There was a little girl there. I let her live.”

A loud cough ripples through my chest and it wasn’t from the ganja. “What the fuck! Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t fucking know. She would have been no older than four, Hella. I couldn’t fucking do it. She was clutching this little fucking brown and pink bear, I just couldn’t.”

I sigh, leaning back into my seat. “You know, back then, I would have had no issue with ending her. But now that I have Garret? There’s no way, man. It shows how much living in that fucked-up life messed with our heads.”

Beast agrees. “Exactly, and that’s why we’re going in deep today.” 

Melissa

I walk into the clubhouse and see Cassidy—yes, the club whore who was playing dodge ball with her mouth on Hella’s cock has a name—on Hella again, rubbing her shit all over him. I pause, looking up to see him smirk and wink at me before pulling Cassidy onto his lap. I smile in defeat, finally succumbing to his ways because I realize I just can’t keep doing this push-and-pull with him anymore. My body is confused. He’s blurred the lines between hate and lust and I don’t know where I fall when it comes to him. My eyes drop and I make my way to Nyx who is leaning against the pool table. He sees me and smiles, setting down the cue stick.

Pulling him in for a hug, I wrap my arms around his neck and clutch my hands on his face. “Be careful. I mean it.”

He grasps my hands with his and drops them down. “Always am.”

I’ve formed a bond with Nyx, mutual ground. There’s nothing sexual there, never has been; I just liked working up Hella at first, but now I consider him a friend. “I’ll see you when you get back!” I yell out to him as they all walk out the door.

He turns around and smiles at me. “I’ll come back for that smile.”

“You better,” I mutter, ignoring Hella’s glare as he walks out.