Page 66 of The Devil

Me: I’ll call you later. I’m meeting him in a few minutes.

Cassian: You need me? I can be there in about eight hours.

Me: I got this.

The two soldiers enter the suite and Malcom fills them in.

Cassian: Do you need soldiers? You took a handful with you.

I consider this. Maybe. But I won’t allow the stain of my grandfather to taint another soul. I will handle this without Cassian.

Me: Handful plus Malcom. Should be fine. Thanks though. Appreciate the offer.

Cassian: I’m still going to kick your ass for disobeying orders.

Me: You can try. Gotta go.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and turn to Malcom.

“Boys are ready, boss.”

“Good. You’re with me.” Although I’d prefer to leave him with Amal, he’s the one I trust to spot these fuckers.

We head to the restaurant to meet Sev. Although it’s early, the place is already buzzing.

“The men from last night, the organization that sent them will send more. They’ll blend in looking like proper businessmen, but they’re not.”

He nods, already scanning the lobby. “I’ll be on the lookout.”

I head to the restaurant to find my brother seated at the same table where Amal and I had dinner which seems like an eternity ago. He’s dressed impeccably, his norm, in a bespoke charcoal suit. You’d never know he just crossed the Atlantic, and my guess is he got about five minutes of sleep.

“Thank you,” Sev tells the waiter who pours him a cup of coffee then leaves the pot. The waiter nods subtly and walks away. Sev looks me over as I pull out the chair, his gray gaze like a wolf’s not missing a damn thing.

“Morning,” I say, picking up the pot of coffee and filling my cup. I notice two of our security guards from the club lurking nearby. They’re harmless compared to my guys but if it makes Sev feel better to have them, who am I to stand in his way.

Severin observes me over his coffee then sets it down. “You look tired.”

“Wedding night.” I smirk, take a sip of the scalding coffee and burn my tongue.

“What the fuck, Jet?”

“Congratulations is usually what people open with when they hear the happy news of a marriage.”

“Then I’ll repeat. What. The. Fuck?”

“I guess you’re sore about not having received an invite but if it makes you feel better, no one did.”

He shakes his head. “I’m glad you’re entertained. Do you have any fucking idea of the trouble you’ve caused?”

“Got that message loud and clear last night.”

His gaze moves over my face, eyes narrowing on mine. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to be involved, not this time.”

“Yeah, well, I’m here, aren’t I? I’m involved. Their summons very clearly states both of our names.”

“I’ll tell them. Last time was different. Last time I was a kid.”