Page 55 of Devil’s Promise

That shit could get complicated.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Promise

I clean Angel’s cuts and then he loads me in his car, driving me back to his loft.

I have no idea where we stand. A few scrapes on his knuckles and a little first aid does not bridge the giant gap between us.

I know that.

Just like I know that however much I would like it not to be true, Angel is allied with my father far more than he is with me, no matter how much he likes looking at me naked.

The car moves smoothly into traffic, his hands on the steering wheel as he weaves through the streets of New York. We pull into the garage of the loft, the silence reasonably amicable considering I found a hooker in the lap of the man who is both about to be my husband and, by virtue of his alliance with my father, my enemy.

He slides out of the driver’s seat and comes around the car to open my door. It’s not chivalry, I see that now. It’s his way of insuring I don’t escape.

I get out and start for the elevator, Angel at my side. He opens up the metal gate of the elevator and I step inside, him just behind.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs as he closes the gate and presses the button to start the elevator up.

I quirk my brows. I don’t talk. I’m always quiet.

He reaches into his pocket and hands me a phone. “It’s a burner. It’ll work for what you need.”

I haven’t had a phone in a while. I brush my finger over the keypad and then open the phone, seeing Angel’s name in my list of contacts. I close it down again.

“Don’t want to text me something?”

My brows lift higher.

“I’d take ‘you’re a fucking asshole’ at this point.”

I open the phone again and choose texts as the elevator opens. But I pause before I get out, texting him:

You’re a fucking asshole.

He pulls out his phone, quirking a half smile, before his hand comes to my back. I stiffen away and start out of the elevator myself.

“I don’t get to touch you?”

I shake my head.

“I want to hear you say yes, but I’d settle for another no.”

I glare, my arms crossing as he opens the door to the loft. He sighs. “You’re angry with me over Chastity?”

I pull out the phone again.

That’s the least of it.

“About your father?”

I sigh. Haven’t we covered this already? And why does he care? He’s been clear. He’s not a good man, he doesn’t have feelings for me.

“You going to run tonight, Goldilocks?”

I frown before I pull out the phone again.