Page 143 of His Virgin Romance Series
Devon stepped into the kitchen a moment later. “Morning,” he said, with a gruff nod in my direction. “I have something to discuss with you.”
“Not now,” I said, taking another sip of coffee. “I just fucking woke up.”
“It’s important,” Devon insisted.
“It can wait two seconds,” I snapped, sitting down at the long table that my father had worked on himself seven years ago.
I saw Devon bite his lip impatiently. He didn’t like being told to wait, but he also knew better than to push me. They all did, it’s what made me an effective leader. It didn’t matter that my father had founded this club. It didn’t matter that every member had been hand chosen and vetted by him. It didn’t matter that he had their respect and their loyalty. None of that had any connection to me.
I had had to earn their respect and loyalty on my own… and that included my father’s approval. He had been harsher on me than anyone else, but it was because he needed to be. I hadn’t always liked him at the time, but now I understood his reasons. No Fallen Angel would have ever taken me seriously if it hadn’t been for my rigorous initiation into the club.
When dad had passed away, I had been voted in as president not because I was his son, but because I had deserved the role. Some days, it was the only thing that kept me going.
“Any news about the Knights?” I asked, glancing at Devon.
“What?” Devon asked distractedly.
“Lucifer’s Knights?” I asked again. “Any new developments lately?”
“They’ve been lying low,” Devon replied.
I frowned. “That can’t be a good thing.”
“Maybe we scared them,” Devon said smugly.
“Fuck that,” I scoffed. “I know Harlem Godwin… He doesn’t scare easily.”
“They’ve agreed to stay out of our territory,” Devon pointed out.
“Which is half the size of theirs,” I reminded him. “We may have won Godwin’s grudging respect after the Capelin incident, but make no mistake: he’s not our friend. This truce we have going is a shaky one. The smallest misstep, and it’ll all come crashing down.”
“We can fucking take them,” Devon said confidently. “One Fallen Angel is worth three Lucifer’s Knights any day.”
I didn’t pay any attention to his egotistical postulating. My mind was preoccupied with more important things. “You haven’t heard anything new about his second-in-command?”
“He’s elected one,” Devon replied. “But we don’t know who yet.”
“You don’t have a name?”
“Not yet.”
I nodded and downed the last of the black coffee. “Ok,” I said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
Devon looked hesitant suddenly, and I raised my eyebrows at him impatiently. “Well?”
“My sister’s in a bind,” Devon said, launching into it without explanation. “And I need a favor.”
I frowned. “You have a sister?”
“She’s my half-sister,” Devon clarified. “We share the same father.”
“So you didn’t grow up together?”
“No.”
I nodded. “What’s her problem?”
“She got involved with this guy… his name is Walter something. She wasn’t with him very long before he started…exhibiting signs of violence. She got scared and decided to leave him, but he frightened her into staying with him. Then one night, he nearly choked her to death. He stopped short of killing her and left her in the living room gasping for breath.”
