Her indifference infuriated me even more. “Please stay inside like Dasher ordered, Professor.”
She snorted again. “Dasher orders you, not me. So why don’t you mind your own business and go follow your VP like the good boy you are?”
I grated. My fingers twitched with the fury she ignited in me. Dasher’s sister or not, a human female or not, I didn’t care. I wanted to tear that bitch the fuck apart.
But I sucked in a long breath, reminding myself of what was to come. I thought about the retribution in blood that would spill when I dug my hooves and claws into the bloodsucker, roughly cutting into his skin. The vision of my carving the club emblem into his flesh and Inferno sealing it with fire soothed me like a drug.
“I’ll tell Dasher to lock the fucking door then. Have a good day, Professor Legend.”
CHAPTER 12
INFERNO
When I entered a forest, silence followed. All creatures that dwelled, vicious or kind, held their breaths in anticipation. In fear.
Every predator needed a camouflage. Mine was a human face. It worked with people, but here, the animals sensed what I was even if I wasn’t showing it.
A demon.
The seed of the devil himself.
Yes. Damien Pattison was my father. The motherfucker seduced my mama as he did with a million others, and the result? Me.
Unlike my siblings in hell, I was born with a defect. A human side. It tethered me to earth and condemned me to live unaccepted. A devil among humans. A human among devils.
And whose fault was that?
Damien fucking Pattison.
If I could, I’d kill the motherfucker. But for the balance of good and evil or whatever shit that was, he was immune till the end of days.
Instead, I took pleasure in killing his allies.
Like this shitty vampire Venom who preyed on humans he shouldn’t touch.
See, in Forest Grove, we had a treaty. Cue the backstory.
It started when my shit fuck of a father fell in love with a human whose pussy was a magnet for dark creatures. A vampire and a werewolf fought over the magical cunt in an ugly claim that didn’t end well for the bitch.
Damien, stinky as ever, swooped in and made a nasty deal with her guys. It looked like he was saving the girl for them, but he was doing it so he could claim that pussy for himself or whatever.
I never understood what Damien really wanted in anything, but it was always evil. It didn’t bother me. I was a demon after all. What bothered me was why that Isabella Ferro bitch?
He wanted her as his eternal queen, not another soul to enjoy in hell, and the only condition for that to happen was the woman’s will. He tricked the vamp and the shifter with the deal that resulted in the treaty, lured the woman in, played every card up his sleeve, and even waited for two hundred and fifty fucking years for her to come around, so she’d give him herself willingly. Yeah, he loved her that much.
Why had he gone through all that trouble for that cunt and not for my mama or any other woman he’d fucked and dumped?
Why would he quit his job, play house with that teacher, plan on having kids of their own when he already had so many women and children that would have loved a shred of the care he only gave his bitch?
He didn’t even have exclusive rights to her pussy. She didn’t choose him as her only mate. The cunt had a brain. She tricked the devil, and now he had to share her with three other guys, who were fucking her day and night racing to put a baby monster in her belly.
Joke’s on you, Daddy. You wanted a queen for your kingdom and ended up a slave in hers.
I got it, though. Leaving a kingdom, becoming a slave, leaving everything behind for the one your heart beat for. I’d seen it happen so many times with humans and monsters alike.
But I didn’t think the devil had a heart. If he was capable of falling in love…why didn’t he love my mother? Why didn’t he love me?
Fire raged under my skin. I couldn’t wait for Slasher to arrive so we could hunt that motherfucker Venom, and I could torture him myself. I wouldn’t stick a blade in his rotten heart. I’d piss fire in his mouth then fuck his ass with my horn.
