PHOBIA.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

DEVON'S POV.

" Do you guys think locking her up was the right thing to do?" I questioned, facing my brothers, keeping my expression as neutral as I could.

Both Dominic and Derrick both turned, throwing me a look of surprise. They were in absolute disbelief of my statement, just as I figured they would.

" Is this actually Devon speaking or a skinwalker inhabiting his body?" Derrick, the blabbermouth of us questioned with a mocking smile.

I rolled my eyes, an exasperated scoff escaping me, as the bastard chuckled mischievously.

" This can't be Devon, because the Devon I know only cares about getting into girl's pants. He doesn't give two fucks about their well-being," He added, bursting into incessant laughter like the idiot he was.

I felt the burning intent to lunge at him at that moment and beat him to a pulp but restrained myself, knowing that Dominic wouldn't be approving of that.

It wasn't that I viewed Dominic as my superior or anything, I just respected h