“You have such a huge following now,” Ava said as she looked around. “We won’t get near you soon.”
My arm tightened around her as she pressed closer. “That right, Red? Will I need a pass to see you?”
Hazel eyes looked up at me, and I loved how one look from her made my blood race. Her hand slipped into my hair as she brought my head down to meet her lips. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and a promise of what was to come later tonight.
“When you two are finished swapping spit,” Gray growled, “can we go? I’m starving.”
“How long do you think it’ll be before you stop being angry that you lost the championship game?” Red asked him curiously.
“It was a shit kick,” Gray bit out.
We’d lost to ’Bama in the conference championships, our kicker had missed the field goal that would have put us in front, and Gray was still smarting at the fact. As was Coach. Jett wastrying to convince us all that it would be different next year. Also, it was possible for the NFL to draft in the third year of college. Onyx was already making noises about making it possible. He and Jett were thinking of the long game. But rightnow, it sucked that football season ended for us.
“Well, you can always beat the same teams next year,” Red said reasonably. “Right?”
“Well, actually—”
Jett clamped his hand over Ava’s mouth. “No, not tonight, babe,” he told her with amused affection. “Mia can learn Football One-Oh-One tomorrow, okay?” Ava rolled her eyes, but Red mouthedthank you, which made us all chuckle.
“Hey.” Quinn joined us. “We all here? Ready to go?”
“Yup, let’s move out,” Jett agreed. He looked back at me. “We have mayhem to create.” He gave me a wink, and Gray grinned.
A simple lift and drop. Six cars belonging to our professors that will be moved and parked somewhere else. We had held off on it before because it required six people to work. Now we had the numbers.
Six cars, six Devils . . . we only played to win.
Epilogue 2: Onyx
“Mr. Santo, you have a teleconference at nine,” my secretary reminded me as she placed a coffee beside me. I nodded to let her know I had heard her while I read the news.
Baby trafficking ring exposed, thirteen members to be in court this morning to face justice.
As I read, I felt the familiar anger building. Court was too good for them. Any form of justice served was too light in my opinion. However, I was pleased that between my uncle, George Lawrence, and myself, we had worked effectively to stop them.
If my brothers and cousin had been aware of how closely they were being watched, they would have been shocked. The surveillance on my family was what prompted me to bring the fuckers down. The twins and Ash were clever; there was no doubt, but they were naïve. What they uncovered was too dark, too twisted for teenagers to handle. Glad it could finally be behind them, I turned my attention back to the Alabama Lions, they’d just won the championship, beating my brothers and cousin in the process, and there were a few players I wanted to know more about. Potential clients that I could sign.
The door to my office opened, and I looked up as Angel stormed in, the door slamming behind her. Ghostly white skin, thick black hair, and dark eyes flashing with anger, she looked pissed as hell.
“You took Prescott? You fucking asshole, you knew I was signing him!”
Looking out the glass wall, I saw the sun shining down on Nashville. “The sun’s out, I thought your kind avoided daylight.”
“Fuck you and your stupid vampire jokes. You knew I was signing Prescott; he’s the next big thing, and I had a deal!”
“No, you had analmostdeal.” Leaning back in my chair, I smiled. “You don’t have a deal until the signature is on the line.” I gave her a playful wink. “I got the signature.”
“You’re a vile human being.”
“Thank you.”
She turned in disgust and started to walk back to the office door. I admired her ass as she walked. I may loathe every cell in her body, but I could still appreciate the wrapping. I never should have fucked her five years ago. One-night stands had a lot to answer for.
“Oh!” She stopped, as if she suddenly remembered something. She was a terrible actress. “Did I tell you?” Turning, she gave me a curious look. Her perfectly shaped eyebrow raised as she bit her lip.
“Please make this charade faster so I can get on with my day,” I drawled as I took a drink of my coffee.
“I have an NFC team looking at some college players.”
