Devil's Game(21)

Em gave a little laugh.

“You kind of scared me there,” she whispered, and damned if she didn’t blush a little. So cute. “I mean, it’s silly, but things were just moving so fast. It’s never been like this for me before.”

“Well, we’ve got some great f*ckin’ chemistry,” I told her. “Damned good thing you spoke up when you did. I promise, I’ll make this good for you, babe. Wanna head back to the hotel, or do you need some time first?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a soft smile.

“Hotel,” she said. “Let’s take it slower, though. Okay?”

“No prob.”

Silence fell between us as I leaned into her for a soft kiss, tugging at her lower lip. Then a loud knock on the door broke the moment.

“Go away,” I yelled.

“Need to talk,” Skid said on the other side of the door. “Important, bro. Get out here.”

Em frowned up at me.

“I didn’t realize you were here with someone,” she said.

“Didn’t feel like sharing you,” I told her, offering a quick grin. My mind had already gone cold and hard, though, switching modes instantly. Skid wasn’t an idiot and he didn’t f*ck around. He wouldn’t interrupt if it weren’t important.

“Give me five,” I told her, settling her on the couch. Sadly, she started hooking up her corset, covering those gorgeous tits. I walked to the door and stepped out.

One look at Skid’s face and I knew I was screwed.

“Make it good, *.”

“We got a situation,” he told me. “Kelsey called from our place in Portland. Said some crazy-ass motherf*cker burst into the house and started shooting. Grass is down, shot in the chest. Not sure he’s gonna make it. Shooter managed to grab Clutch and took off with him. Guess there were some girls who saw the whole thing and now they’re talkin’ to the cops. Kels was upstairs in your room, came running down with a gun too late. She couldn’t do a goddamned thing but watch when he threw Clutch in an SUV and took off.”

I felt the world narrow to a pinpoint, my mind running through a thousand calculations. “She get a decent look at the guy?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, his eyes growing colder. “Gave her a message, actually. Told her to let us know the truce with the Reapers is dead, and Clutch will be, too. Payback for Gracie.”

“We got a name?”

“Called himself Toke.”

“I’ll call Burke.”

“Jesus.”

“Em, I need to make a quick phone call,” I said, ducking my head back into the office. I smiled at her softly, pretending to be human. Harder to pull off every year. “You okay in here for a minute?”

She looked up at me, her face all innocent and trusting, and I savored the sight. I had a pretty good feeling that I’d never see her like that again. Not after tonight.

“Everything all right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, lying easily. “Just a little misunderstanding back home. I’ll get it taken care of and get back to you.”

I started to close the door.

“Hey,” she said, giving me another soft look. “I like you, Liam Blake.”

“I like you, Emmy Hayes,” I replied, wishing things were different.

Don’t know why I bothered.

Shit happens. Fuckin’ weak and stupid to let yourself care.

I went back out into the hallway and called Burke to get my orders.





Chapter Three


EM


Liam stepped out of the room and I shivered, so excited I could hardly exist. This was better than I’d hoped. He was better than I’d hoped. So incredibly cute, he made me feel amazing, and best of all? He didn’t seem particularly interested in talking about my father.

That last one was a biggie.

I pulled out my phone—I wanted to get back to the room, but I’d promised I wouldn’t go alone. I pulled up Sophie’s number, my fingers fumbling, although I couldn’t decide if it was from the drinks or the excitement.

ME: I want to go back to the hotel. He’s defintely THE ONE

SOPHIE: Dont u dare! We have to chck him out frist. Ur NOT follwing the plan

ME: Yu’ll meet him in a minut come down to Mick’s and we can head from there. We’ll wait outside.