Devil's Charm(41)

“I know Devil. He’ll be back before you know it.”

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The truck was in his sights. Grabbing his cell phone Devil dialed Jerry’s number. He wasn’t going to be handing the bastard over to him. Rob was dead from the shit he’d just pulled. Devil couldn’t wait to put a bullet in the bastard’s brain. His men were right behind him ready to die to take out this fucker. Judi was their girl, their princess, and no one was taking her away from them.

“What?” Jerry asked.

“Rob’s taken my fucking girl. Judi, she’s not even eighteen, and he’s dead.”

He heard Jerry curse over the line. “Fucker. You sure it’s him?”

“Got her locked in his truck. I’m following him right now. Hurt my woman as well. That fucker is not going to last the next hour. Do we have a deal on this?” Devil asked.

“Yeah, fine. Kill him and bury him. I don’t want him or his death anywhere near me.”

“I get the girl as well. She’s a Chaos Bleeds Princess.

Jerry chuckled. “Do what you want. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to do very well for business.” The line went blank. Pocketing his phone, Devil headed toward the truck. He watched Rob swerve from side to side. Devil didn’t get ahead of himself or put his boys’ lives at risk.

They’d been riding for the last four days apart from at night. After the confrontation with Snitch, working with Tiny, he was exhausted. All he had wanted to do was come home, wrap his arms around Lexie, and forget all about the fucking world outside. Instead, this drug dealing fucker thought he could take Judi.

The last few days hadn’t put him in the best of moods, and all he wanted to do was hurt this fucker who thought they could get away with taking one of their women. Judi was one of their women.

None of them stopped or gave any sign of letting up. Devil wouldn’t be leaving the truck until he had Judi on the back of his bike. Vincent would take care of his woman, as would Phoebe.

For over an hour they drove until finally, the truck pulled up outside of an apartment block. It looked abandoned. Climbing off his bike, Devil pulled out his gun and waited.

His men did the same getting his back.

“I’m pissed,” Curse said, standing beside him.

“Why?”

“All I wanted to do today was fuck the first willing woman who looked my way. Instead I’m following this dead prick around. It’s not a good way to relax.”

Nodding, Devil tensed as the car door opened. Seconds later he saw Judi kicked out of the van hitting the hard tarmac. A bullet would be too fucking easy for this fucker.

Rob couldn’t be all that bright seeing as he climbed out of truck with a gun pointed at them.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Think again, fucker. You wanted trouble the minute you took her. I don’t back down from no one.” His aim was steady.

Judi screamed as Rob pulled her up by her hair. The action angered him all the more.

“She’s just a fucking whore, and she’s my little money maker.” Rob gripped her tit tightly. The pain showed on her face.

“Please,” she said, begging.

He ignored her. Devil needed to concentrate on the man holding the gun at her face rather than at her. Rob had pressed the gun to her temple.

“She’s my prized whore. My little earner. Men love her mouth, cunt, and ass.”

Devil felt sick. She was nothing more than a baby.

“Boss, end him,” Ripper said, walking up behind him.

“You’re not leaving here alive.”

“No? Then I could always take her with me.”

He saw Rob’s finger tightening ready to end Judi’s life. Devil reacted, firing his gun once. He was always a good shot, and in that instant he proved why. A single hole showed on Rob’s head, and he fell to the ground.

Judi screamed, running away as Rob lay dead.

She ran into his arms, crying her eyes out. “I only answered the door.”

“He’s never going to hurt you again. I promise. He’ll never do anything to hurt you.” Looking at the ground, Devil moved her to Ripper. “Take care of her.”

Leaving her screaming, he grabbed his cell phone once again. He dialed Jerry to tell him Rob was old news.

“Good, the women who were illegal we’ll send them back to their homes, well compensated,” Jerry said.

“You’re not going to exploit them?” Devil asked.

“I’m in the market of making money, not having a prison sentence. Cops and even jurors lose all sympathy when young kids are involved. I’m not risking my life for this kid’s fuck up. He thought he could play the game, and he’s now dead for it. I’m not shedding any tears. Fucker got what he deserved.” Jerry sounded like he was eating on the phone, and Devil asked him what he was having. “Steak. My woman makes a mean ass steak. You should try it some time.”