Page 7 of Where Angels Fall

Sighing, I give them a nod, dreading to hear what they have to say.

“Zeke attempted to derail a shipment today. We killed five lesser men. Noone important,” Kaleb informs me. I think it’s Kaleb, anyway. It’s nearly impossible to tell them apart, with their olive skin and jet-black hair. I know their tattoos are different, but unless you are looking closely, even that is hard to tell.

Growing up with them has given me a read on the slight differences in their characteristics, but most of the time I just see them as one person. Ever since Dad found them when they were 12, wandering the streets with blood streaked over them, they have been my brothers.

But even I know there is something crucial missing from the pair.

“Any product get taken?” The burn from my scotch barely matches the anger bubbling inside of me. I’m too busy thinking about the little angel to be worrying about a silly rival play at our supply.

They both shake their heads in unison. Kaleb and Kai are probably the most efficient killers on my team. They are ruthless and merciless, and I’m lucky to have them as my seconds.

“One of them is secured next door,” Kaleb adds, a slight spark igniting in his dark eyes. “Ready for you to have a talk.” I huff at the word talk, because that is certainly not what I will be doing, and they know that.

Usually, my seconds handle this kind of work, using knives to make men speak. But with the number of attacks from the Wraiths, I’d like to have a little chat of my own. A little gift to send the unlucky man they left alive home with.

“And the girl?” I finally ask the question that has been clogging my throat.

I’ve had Kai follow her since he is my ghost. Somehow, he can hide in broad daylight, turning invisible whenever he wants or needs. He hasn’t asked why, and he won’t.

“She’s working on an event for Senator Malcolm Hargrove. Has dinner booked for tonight at Aurum 14 at eight. Howard Dally and another associate, Conrad Steele, will be in attendance.” Kai’s voice is soft and eerie as he recites his findings.

“And the father? Any moves on his end?”

“Not yet. He’s been quiet. For now.”

That makes me more nervous than if he were to be flitting around as usual, being the fraudulent, elitest prick he usually is.

“Let’s see how he reacts when he realises his little angel is sullied,” I grin, malice twisting my features. Yet a part of me twists at the words. Although my hands ache to taunt her, tease her, I want it to have nothing to do with vile Howard Dally.

As expected, my seconds don’t reply. Standing ramrod straight, they wait. I sigh, wishing they’d have a drink for once. Let loose, even just a little. But they never do.

“You’re dismissed. Go have a drink and sink into some wet cunt together,” I wink at them, knowing they won’t listen to me. Don’t get me wrong, my brothers have sex. But their tastes are... How do you say, fucked. In a way they won’t find here, in our raucous, grimy club.

They turn and leave, and if I know them, which I do, they will be leaving the club altogether to find what they need.

Shaking my head, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, clicking on the number that I’ve had saved for a week now.

Ash: Maddison...it suits you.

In this moment, I wish I could see her face. Watch her confusion as she looks at the text on her phone. But I can’t, and that makes me irritated. I quickly shoot off a text to Leon, our freshest Devil and most talented when it comes to technology, that I want cameras in her office, car and apartment. I want to be able to watch the mystery girl whenever I please.

My message to her comes up as read straight away, but no reply.

Ash: I like Angel better though, Angel.

Surrounded by the darkness in my club, she looked like a little angel. Hair so soft and light like a halo and scented like vanilla and honey. Though I doubt she is completely innocent, even if she has no idea that her father is one of the sickest individuals I know. Because she still works for Dally Enterprises. She benefits from it.

And her eyes... wide and nervous, hid something beneath that moment of fear. Those brown irises looked haunted. Detached. They didn’t sparkle with the carefree light her angelic appearance promised.

And that… that just intrigues me even more than I already am.

Standing, I crack my neck and narrow my thoughts on the man secured in one of the abandoned factories next door. The perfect place to torture a man. With the huge, open space made of concrete and metal, screams echo in the most thrilling way. You haven’t ever really tortured until you have the music on surround sound. Just amazing.

Music hits me as I open the door, as well as the sounds of pure, animalistic sex. Girls scream and men grunt as they fuck and dance and party, the lights low and casting a red glow over the club.

We are a bunch of deranged freaks who love to fuck and kill, party and fuck some more. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. They are my family, and I owe them my life ten times over.

Walking through the mess, my eyes find Griff. His huge body is sprawled out in a booth, a young girl riding his lap with unrestrained enthusiasm, screaming as his big dick stretches her out. He glances at me over her shoulder, and I wink at him, grinning at the shiner I put on his eye.