All Chapters of Stuck With The Devil’s Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Purgatory.That was what this place was to me.I hadn't understood it yet. My father’s so-called banishment for circumstances that really were, quite frankly, unavoidable.How exactly was I to know that the spoiled bastard I kicked in the groin was the son of the biggest suppliers of building materials in the continent?Next thing I know I'm on a private jet to middle-of-nowhere Davenport, Iowa, surrounded by snobs who would rather bond with their phones over actual human beings. The last straw, he said. We’ll excuse me if I’m not wired to be a non-thinking heiress who only does exactly what daddy says.I sighed, taking a huge breath as my body leaned over the railing of my house. The moonlight shone over the hedges between our houses, making everything seem… less noisy.The air out here was nice at least, cleaner than that city poison I'd been used to. The view was better too.I couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept up my lips as I watched from the bottom of my glass.Caleb Frais

WillowI held my breath, afraid that she would wake up.Two months, three days, and-My gaze flicked to my watch, its silenced edges now rusted by time and demons I’d rather keep buried.-fourteen minutes.That’s how long I’d watched from a distance, swearing to Caleb I would stay away from her orbit. A smile tugged at my lips, even as my lungs burned, begging for air. The big man up there must really love me despite my shortcomings.Daisy Drewmoore fell right into my lap. Technically, barged into my brother’s house but no one’s counting technicalities. What mattered was her.She looked so… peaceful. A hundred times more beautiful up close. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Caleb will flip out if he found me here. But like every single thing I get obsessed with… I couldn’t help myself.My fingers stretched before I could think about it, brushing off a stray strand. She ruffled in the sheets, I froze. Then slowly, her lashes fluttered open.Shit.I yanked my hand back, shooting up the be

DAISYLaughter spilled from me before I could stop it. The sound echoing through my living room. I sat adjacent to Willow, watching as he owned the whole house with his humor.At least that was one thing common between them.Their ability to fill a place with presence alone.It was probably the alcohol buzzing in the my veins but he looked… less murdery when he was here, in my house, laughing at my lame jokes and staring at me like that. My pulse skipped a bit.My gaze flicking from his dark eyes to his lips.What the hell are you doing?I cleared my throat, tearing my gaze away and sitting straighter. Stick to the script, Daisy.He didn’t notice the shift. If he did, he didn’t make it known. I ignored it, turning fully to face him so we were opposite each other.“So,” I started lightly. “Where’s your accent?”His gaze sharpened. So did his posture.“Gone with the years I’ve lived in the United States,” he said slowly.I nodded. “So you’re… not from here.”Willow’s eyes narrowed on m

DAISYThis wasn’t happening.It couldn’t be.Was I going to die? Probably-Strong hands clamped down my shoulders, shaking me violently. “Daisy!” Willow's voice drew me back into my living room. “We need to move.”I opened my mouth to say something but my voice was lost. It wasn’t until I looked down at my hands that I realized they were trembling. But before I got a chance to react, another set of shots rang outside. They were sharper, often accompanied with a grunt and the sound of bodies hitting the ground.Willow visibly relaxed, but his eyes were still sharp.The onslaught lasted barely five minutes and then… silence. My own heartbeat rang in my ears, my haggard breath filling the oppressive silence. Then Willow shifted beside me.“It’s over.” He said lowly, straightening.He held out his hand for me, waiting like I didn’t just have my front door shut at by gunned men. When he realized I wasn’t going to move any moment soon, he crouched down and scooped me off the ground.“What