Alec Benjamin Devil Doesn't Bargain Novels & Stories

I snarled, banging the window again, feeling it vibrate under the force. "What do we do best, brother...? I asked, relenting, for now, knowing that this was why he was Alpha; I couldn't think past my rage! "Make a deal!" Alec answered, his nose buried back in his phone, already working on a solution to the shit we were wading through. "Unless you have the devil on speed dial, brother, I don't see how that can help." "The devil hasn't got shit on us, brother!" He smirked, looking over at me with a small smile that was cut off by his phone ringing; without looking at it, he lifted it to his ear, my stomach dropping hearing the next words that left his mouth.

I kept telling her to shut up, the last thing we needed was to piss him off. “We need a devil,” Ben blurted out, as if he were asking for ketchup. My jaw dropped as I looked frantically between the two. My gaze flickered to Ari who was still standing in the doorway. He looked incredulous. ~Quinn’s Point of View~ “A devil,” I said, somewhat as a question, but really trying not to laugh. “Fiona’s spirit would be a fine sacrifice to the right devil, don’t you think,” Ben said, sitting back in his chair.

A businessman always looks for profit—and Benjamin wasn’t about to let an opportunity slip by. Amanda suspected Barry might’ve been behind the car accident. Benjamin didn’t have evidence, but he had other ways to punish him. Barry was out of cards to play. He turned back to his uncle. Benjamin said casually, “Trade your eastern property for Carol’s hand. What do you say?” Amanda chuckled inwardly. Businessman to the bone. Always makes sure he comes out ahead. Barry nearly coughed up blood. He’d barely gotten anything from Benjamin—and now he had to give even that back.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked Razel in disbelief. "No, I'm not, Felise," he said, his voice serious. "Dad was right. We should not have sealed a deal with the devil. Even if his pack cannot find Ezra, Alpha Damien will still collect the payment of the bargain. If we cannot give him what he wants, he will ask for something else. And that would be your wolf if I am not mistaken." A bridge of silence immediately swallowed the tiny space of my car right after that. Even if my eyes were pointed at the road ahead of us, my brain could not help but think of what Razel just told me.

Damn me and my mouth. Still saying nothing he continues as he repositions his leather jacket that looks fucking expensive. Who are these guys? "Well, lover girl knows how to aim higher than her standard. I'm out of here" the devil says and storms off. "Chill Alec. It's not like you're going for a lecture this early. Calm your ass man," Nick says but Alec is off already. That guy and his damn anger. He really pisses me off.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

Bron was playing golf in the backyard with Benjamin. “This game is for chumps.” He declared as we approached him on the field. Benjamin laughed, “you are such a sore loser.” He scoffed at Benjamin but a grin was peeking through his frown. “We’ll if it isn’t the couple of the century. “Hello Bron.” “You two are back early.” He picked up a glass filled with whiskey and took a sip. Ethan frowned at it, but answered nontheless.

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”