Page 50 of Wrecked By a Devil

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ezekiel

“Enjoy your meal,” The manager leaves a pricey bottle of whiskey on the house on our table. “If you need anything else, we’re at your full disposal.”

“Thank you,” I nod, opening the bottle and pouring a glass for myself before handing the bottle to Elijah.

We’re seated at a table at the back of the steakhouse, where the lights are low and I have a clean view of the glass doors and the street outside. It’s one of my favorite restaurants in town and my brothers and I often come here on special occasions. Tonight is not a special occasion, but Elijah suggested to have dinner here, after he took care of some business in the area.

“Someone seems to be going out of their way to make our family look responsible for trafficking the girls,” Cain says bluntly as he takes a large bite of his steak.

“He’s got a point,” Elijah waves his hand in the air dramatically. “Right now from the outside looking in, we’re the bad guys covering up something dirty.”

“That’s why we need to put an end to this once and for all,” I nod, bringing my glass of whiskey to my lips, savoring the familiar smell.

“If we could just find anything that points us towards the Devlins…” Cain takes another bite of the steak.

“But we haven’t,” Elijah points out. “Not even one tiny breadcrumb pointing towards them.”

“And that’s exactly why I think they are involved,” I place my glass down, finally starting to cut into the steak. “Everything makes them almost too clean. And in my experience, that suggests the opposite is true.”

“Agree,” Cain nods, placing his knife and fork down and taking the napkin from the table. He cleans his mouth and reaches out for his glass of whiskey. “No one can convince me otherwise.”

“Unfortunately, we can’t act on it based on logic and gut feeling,” Elijah continues.

“We can’t,” I agree. “And what’s been the most frustrating is not being able to confirm that someone from the inside has been helping them.”

“You really think someone from the Eden is involved?” Cain asks.

“Don’t you?” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s impossible to get in and out of the club without help. We just need to find out who it is.”

“Maybe one of the new girls could be involved?” Elijah asks, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t think so,” I shake my head. “Whoever it is, they’ve been around long before Riley and Mia arrived. We hired them after the girls started disappearing.”

“That makes sense,” Elijah agrees. “I would not let my guard down around any of the employees.”

“I’m with Elijah on this one,” Cain takes another bite of his steak, completely unbothered by the stressful topic we’re discussing. Nothing can get between Cain and his meal.

When we are almost done with our food, the manager comes by our table with a polite smile. “Can I bring you anything else? Dessert perhaps?”

“I’ll have my usual,” Cain responds. “Your famous lemon pie.”

“Me too, please,” Elijah smiles back at the manager.

“And you, Sir?” The manager turns to look at me.

“Nothing for me,” The thought of Riley dipping her fries in milkshake suddenly pops into my mind and I take a large sip of whiskey, trying to bury the thought.

After my brothers finish their meal, we part ways and I make a quick stop at the Eden, which is closed tonight, to pick up some of the paperwork that I still need to finish. It’s been a long day and I’ve been busy with things that prevented me from finishing all of my work.

I unlock the back door and let myself in.

I hear a voice and footsteps coming from somewhere inside the club.

Isn’t the place supposed to be empty?

The corridor is not lit and instead of turning the lights on, I chose to follow the voice in the dark, my hand going to the small of my back, my fingers wrapping around the cold grip of my Glock. That’s when I see a dark figure trying to break the lock to my office.