Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(50)

With that, he walks out.

Placing my head in my hands, I exhale heavily, blinking back tears. I’m not stupid, this might not be an official interrogation, but I know every move I make is being watched and scrutinized whether a detective is in here with me or not. And right now? I’m supposed to be grieving my losses.

About fifteen minutes later Detective Trejo walks back in. I’m not sure what to make of the look on his face.

“I’m going to need to keep you here a little while longer.” He sits down on the seat across from me. “There’s been a crack in the case.”

My blood pressure rises, but I force myself to remain calm. “What happened?”

I can see him mulling something over in his head before he speaks. “You mentioned Mrs. Miller was a fortune teller at your high school dance, correct?”

“Yeah, like I said, she gave me and my date a reading.” I raise a brow. “Why?”

He rubs his chin. “Did she use tarot cards by any chance?”

“She did actually. She said they belonged to her grandmother who used to do it for a living.” I make a face. “But I don’t understand what any of that has to do with the fire and Caleb’s death.”

“The investigators found something unusual—or rather—two unusual things under Caleb’s pillow.”

“Like what?”

“From what they can tell it’s a pair of women’s underwear…and what appears to be a tarot card.”





Chapter 28





Damien





Past…


A hand cupping my balls makes me wake with a jolt. When I open my eyes, Cain’s looking down at me, smiling. “Hey, buddy. Long time no see.”

Pushing his hand away, I swing my legs over the bed and sit up. “Where have you been?”

It’s been forty-eight hours since I last saw or heard from him …and today, Mrs. Miller was arrested at school.

At first, I thought it was because of her fondness for fucking students, but whispers started circulating that she’s been charged with Caleb’s murder.

Which doesn’t make any fucking sense. At all.

Cain starts walking around the room, idly touching my things. “Sorry, I’ve been a little busy talking to investigators and planning a double funeral.” He gives me a lopsided smile. “Looks like your stalker skills are getting rusty.” He saunters toward the bed. “I think you liked me better when you couldn’t have me.”

I reach for my cigarettes and light one. “I liked you better when you were honest with me.”

He takes the cigarette from my lips and takes a drag. “What makes you think I’m not being honest with you?”

I snatch it back from him. “Mrs. Miller was arrested today.” He goes for the string on my sweatpants, but I swat his hand away. “Did you hear what I said?”

He drops to his knees before me. “Does that upset you?”

“It doesn’t make me happy. People are saying she was arrested for your brother’s murder.”

He plants a line of open-mouth kisses down my abs. “I know.” My dick stirs as he ventures lower. “Such a shame.” There’s a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at me. “I had no idea she was fucking my brother, too. That would have made for some real kinky shit. Talk about a missed opportunity.”

I bite my lip when he nips my thigh through my sweatpants. “We both know she wasn’t fucking him. And she definitely didn’t kill him.”

My cock twitches when his mouth slides along the outline of my hardening dick. “Are you sure? Because according to Detective Trejo, the DNA on the pair of panties found under his pillow matched hers…and the tarot card came from her deck.” He unties the string to my sweatpants. “They think she crawled into his bed, seduced him, and then when he least expected it…suffocated him with a pillow.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And then mysteriously caused a short circuit that led to a fire?”

He pulls on the elastic and my cock springs out, oblivious to the severity of the conversation.

“I mean, she is a science teacher after all. Not to mention, her husband’s an electrician. I’m sure he taught her a few things.” He kisses my tip and edges back slightly. My balls twitch when I see the string of pre-cum connecting us before he licks it away. “Kind of like how you taught me a few things.”

“Cain.” I wait for him to look at me. “Lie to everyone else, but don’t lie to me.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “Look, I panicked, okay? The only way to save you was to throw her under the bus in the interrogation room.”

I’m about to point out that he planted her panties and the card underneath Caleb’s pillow before he was ever interrogated, but I’m too caught off guard by his statement.

“Save me? They thought I did it?”

Cain gives me a languid stroke. “I don’t know, but when I mentioned I stayed at your house the night of the fire and you were my alibi, the detective kept grilling me about you.” He plants a line of kisses up and down my shaft. “I know you don’t have a great history with the local police department, and I wanted to protect you…as well as myself. However, the only way to do that was to divert their attention to someone else.”