Page 72 of Shattered Love
We watch as Inferno’s eyes widen. He pulls his hand away from his side.
“He's cut.” Riley practically fucking screams
Anderson growls. “Stop with the Goddamn fucking commentary.” Grabbing his phone out of his pocket pressing just one number
“Get the team ready—” I look a back and Inferno’s whole body changes.
“Wait!” I point to the screen and we watch as Inferno lunges at Rixs.
He comes at him from the left and right before he up-cuts him. Rixs sways on his feet, slashing the air with the knife before he falls to the floor.
The group of men all punch the air. There’s no sound, but they’re cheering.
Juliet is pushed in the middle of the ring.
“What the fuck is happening?”
Rubbing his hand over his face. Glancing at me through the corner of his eye.
“Now, he claims her.”
We watch as Inferno grabs Juliet’s neck. He leans in, inhaling her.
I let out a growl, turning away.
Anderson pats my back. “Look, he's asking permission. She nodded.”
I can't look. I don't care that Juliet is older than Avery and I were when we got together, she is my baby girl. I just got her and I'm not fucking losing her to some dick.
I walk outside and punch the wall. I lean my head against the wall and close my eyes.
* * *
The place is completely quiet,with none of the hustle and bustle from earlier. The only glow from the room is from the screen and a few men at the back of the room who pull the night shift.
A cup of coffee is placed beside me.
I turn to see Anderson.
Studing me before taking a seat. “You’ve been here all night?”
I nod, not taking my eyes off the screen.
“She knows I’m here watching her. She knows I’m here. I’ve got to believe that.”
He nods. “You can still sleep. I have men watching her.”
I shake my head. “No! It's my job—”
I cut off when I see someone who I haven't seen before enter the compound. The hairs on my neck stand on end. The way he walks, the way the men all take a step back is familiar.
Then, he looks at the camera. I see in him the same darkness that lives in me. It's like our demons recognize each other. He turns his head away.
Anderson lets out a deep breath.
“Who’s that?”
He visibly swallows, loosening his tie. “Blaze. He’s the second in command, but talk is he will be taking over soon. He’s the reason the Scorpions moved this close to town. He has a shooting range and could hit a running target blindfolded. I’ve seen him lay men out cold with one punch. He’s dangerous, if there was such a thing as the devil. He’s it!”
