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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV

The hum of the engine was the only thing that kept me from slipping too far into my head.

I sat in the passenger seat of the lead SUV, eyes locked on the GPS coordinates blinking red on the dashboard as we moved through East Bay. One hand rested on my rifle across my lap, the other lazily drumming against the door.

The boys behind me were locked in, loaded and ready in the two SUVs with their headlights off.

"Showtime." I muttered, clicking the safety off the moment we turned the final corner.

No cops dared patrol these streets after sundown, not unless they were paid off or suicidal.

The convoy of black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the compound, an old dockyard warehouse turned gang stronghold. The kind of place cocky street rats thought they could build an empire in. One they thought could stand independent from Raphaël oversight. They were wrong.

I stepped out, feeling the cool bite of salt air sweep through the open lot. My bulletproof vest was snug b
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  • The Devil's Mistress   122

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   121

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   120

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   119

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   118

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   117

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

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