Devil's Pass by Caroline Peckham & Susanne Valenti

Author:Caroline Peckham & Susanne Valenti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-24T18:30:00+00:00

I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast, checking my phone as I shot a few texts to Rogue to check she was good, but I guessed they were all still sleeping because the group chat was dead.

Fox was in the kitchen in his boxers, eating cereal as he sat at the island and he looked up as I entered, pushing the box of Lucky Charms towards me. Fuck, I loved a bowl of Charms. I grabbed a bowl and some milk then sat beside him, eating the sugary goodness with large bites. The thing about dumping a dead guy in the water who'd harmed Rogue was that it should have been traumatising. But to me, it had been kind of invigorating. All that blood had been fucking exciting, especially when it had come from the head of a guy who'd tried to hurt my girl. I kind of wished I'd kept the poker. Was that weird? Seemed like it was okay to me, but maybe the guy who wasn’t bothered about dumping a dead body didn’t have it all together to decide on the weirdness of that.

"Wanna head to Sinners’ Playground soon?" I asked and Fox nodded quickly.

I pushed a hand into my hair, wondering if I should wash it before we left, but that thought died as Luther strode into the kitchen and stole all of my attention. He had a leather jacket and jeans on, his blonde hair pushed back away from his face and tattoos crawling up his neck.

"Morning, boys," he said crisply, his dark green eyes falling on his real son first then shifting to me.

I was grateful and all for him taking me in when I was a kid, but now I knew I wasn’t family it made a whole lot of sense. Fox was the only one of the Harlequins who treated me like I was his real brother, but I’d always gotten the feeling that Luther didn’t see me that way. I knew he thought I was worth less than him and for the most part I didn't give a shit. I’d stopped calling Luther ‘Dad’ the moment he’d told me I was adopted, even though he’d fought me hard over it. He’d taken me in when I was two years old after one of his men had died and I’d been left orphaned. If there were pictures of my real dad, I never got to see them. And I guessed I resented that on some level. The more Luther tried to make me a Harlequin, the more I resisted. And my nature meant I naturally butted heads with Fox which Luther didn't like so much. He liked to remind me where I was supposed to stand in the pecking order. Which, as far as I could tell, was firmly beneath the boots of him and his son.

"Hey Dad," Fox said with a tight smile as Luther pressed a hand to his shoulder then looked to me.

Luther Harlequin always brought a tense energy to a room.

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