The Devil's Own by LL Meyer

Author:LL Meyer [Meyer, LL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LL Meyer
Published: 2021-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

“Alejandro?”

I burrow further into the blankets, ignoring the whisper.

“Alejandro? Mi amor?”

Mi amor? A grin tugs at my lips as I crack an eyelid. The light coming in around the blinds is enough for me to take in Sophie leaning over me.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but I have to go to work,” she says. “And I can’t get the bracelet off.” She holds up her arm so I can see it’s still circling her wrist . . . exactly where it’s going to stay.

“Just wear it,” I mumble.

“To work? No! What if I lose it? Or it gets stolen?”

I snort into my pillow. “No one’s going to steal it.” They’d have to have a death wish to do something so stupid.

“No, come on. Tell me how to get it off. I can’t figure out the clasp.”

“It needs a special tool. It’ll take forever to get it off.”

“Ugh. I’m going to be late.”

“Hey,” I call as she heads for the door. “Where’s my kiss?”

She rolls her eyes, but gives me a smile as she rushes back to lay a quick one on my lips. “I’ll see you later, right?”

“Yeah.”

Once the quiet settles around me again, I realize my body’s decided it’s awake. What a pain in the ass. I may sleep better when she’s beside me, but as soon as she’s gone, my mind can’t resist running on its hamster wheel. Reaching for my cell, I check the time. 6:52. In the fucking morning. I launch the new and improved tracking app JJ installed and it shows Sophie’s location is a mere six blocks away in the coffee drive-thru line. Do I feel bad about the tracker in the bracelet? No. Do I have plans to tell her about the tracker in the bracelet? That’s unclear. We’re supposedly on this new I respect you, you respect me thing, but telling her is going to mean a fight, one that will probably involve tears and rage and guilt. None of which I’m fond of. But there’ll be make-up sex . . . hopefully.

Before the tell her/don’t tell her conundrum can really get spinning, I head down to the gym. I’ve got a full day in front of me anyway, starting with finding out what Nicky G was up to last night.

I’m at the Garden before nine thirty, Niner in tow, bitching about the ungodly hour. After sending Skip on a coffee run, we go down to the basement where Luis is sitting with his feet up on the desk outside his little dungeon setup. Nicky G is sitting on a chair in the corner, clean and wearing new clothes, scarfing down something out of a bowl like it’s the first thing he’s eaten in a month.

“What’s all this?”

“Jefe,” Luis says, his feet falling to the floor. “Got some news.”

Luis, Niner and I go back upstairs to the parking garage. We keep our voices down, even if we’re far enough from anyone that we won’t be overheard.

“Seems Nicky G had a visit from Harvey Sharkane a couple days ago,” Luis starts.

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