Razing Grace: Part 1 (The Devil's Own) by Jones Amo

Author:Jones Amo [Amo, Jones]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2024-04-20T00:00:00+00:00

MILLIE

The next day, I flop into my bed after having the longest shower ever known to man. I need to get out of this place even if I have nowhere to go. Standing up, I walk into my closet and pull out some thigh high socks and a sweater which hangs comfortably down to my upper thighs, just covering my butt. Leaving my hair in a wavy mess, I walk out of my room and make my way to find Raze.

When I walk into the kitchen, Miles is in there talking with a freshly showered Raze. “Can we talk?” I say to Raze.

“About what?” he bites back. Mmm, charming.

“About how we need to hurry your plan along or I’m going to bolt. And don’t try to threaten me

with your dogs. They love me too much to eat me.”

He pauses, his head tilting before he walks towards me. “My dogs? I don’t need to use my dogs,

Millie. I’d kill you myself if you tried to leave.”

“Well… even more reason for me to leave then.”

I knew that what we had done the other night was a one-time thing, and I’m okay with it. There’s a

fire that burns in my belly that’s being fueled by an unhealthy amount of hate. Hate for Raze for how

he took so much away from me. But then I hate how much he made me like it. All in all, he needs to

pay, and he will pay. It may not come now, or tomorrow, or while I’m in this stupid house, but it will

come. Was sleeping with him a mistake? No. Did I enjoy it? Immensely.

Will I use it as a tool when needed? Abso-freaking-lutely.

“Come on.” Raze nudges his head towards outside. I follow him, evil eyeing Miles, who was

sporting the most asshole grin on the planet on my way out. “Sit.” Raze points to the seat that I was

sitting on the other day when Miles came out to find me with Chucky. I take a seat, drawing my legs

up. “What do you want to talk about?” he asks, leaning on the table in front of me with his arms

crossed.

“This plan, or whatever it is you need me for. What is it?”

I look up at him. His fingers grip around the table, causing his veins to pop out of his hands and

arms.

“How much do you know about The Devil’s Own?” he asks me, head tilting as he studies me

closely. His eyes are like lasers that beam into me, looking at me from the inside out. When he looks

at me, he does it with so much intensity I don’t know whether to fan myself or squirm. “Not much.” I pull my legs down and cross them. “I mean, I know them, but not enough to tell you

anything. Why?”

“Do I look familiar to you?” he asks, his eye twitching.

I shake my head. “I don’t know? Are you supposed to?”

“Don’t be smart.” He bends down in front of me. “Look at me. Do I look familiar to you?” he

repeats.

“I heard you the first time, Raze, and the answer is still no.

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