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Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I blinked rapidly and looked at my back to see if he was really looking at me but of course, there was no one behind me but the bed board. Wait! I looked back at the man.. Valentin Rostislav. I swallowed hard trying my best not to drool over the man. His hair was packed into a man bun and the blue shirt he wore fitted perfectly on those huge biceps and broad shoulders. Three buttons were unbuttoned, showing off his hard chest. Oh my god! I was doomed! I had never felt this way about a man before. I was a pole dancer who saw men everyday but had never felt the way I was feeling right now for anyone.

“I think I need some bikinis. Next week Bev will celebrate her birthday on a yatch over the weekend. How about you come along?” "What? No, thank you. I don’t want to disturb you." “Tsk, no one will be bothered by your presence. Bev will bring her boyfriend, Jordan. I’ll bring Xander. You can bring Dylan too.” “I’m not sure about Dylan. He has a busy photoshoot schedule.” “Oh, that’s too bad. But you have the weekend off, right? It won’t interfere with your work time. I’ll talk to Xander if you’re afraid he won’t let you.”

Their love would find a way to overcome all obstacles. For now, this was more than enough. THE END. ******** DEVIANCE finally comes to an end and I am so happy at how everything turned out. Thank you to those who read my book, commented and made me smile, voted, and recommend my book to friends. Thanks to all silent readers out there. You are appreciated.

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

He added more syrup to his pancakes, and I wondered if all demons had such a sweet tooth. “This land, the land we’re on now, who’s territory is this?” I asked. “We are on human grounds. It belongs to everyone, which makes it harder for anyone to track us.” “But the…” I hesitated to even say the word. “The Devil can find us anywhere.” “It’s not the Devil tracking us. If that was the case, we’d be dead. No, the Devil has no idea about any of this. It’s only Onx and his men.” Ash sighed as he thought about the grim situation.

I told myself I only needed water, a moment away from him. But then I heard it. A sound I’d never expected from him. “No…” His voice was raw, broken. “No, Liam… Mom… don’t go… Beverley—please, I’m sorry, don’t—” I froze. My breath caught as I turned toward the other side of the room. Lucian Devlin—the man who ruled me with silence and control—was tangled in the sheets, drenched in sweat despite the cold air. His body twisted violently, his fists clenched, face pale and contorted like a child trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

The reply I got shocked me to my core. I am celebrating Devil’s Night in Detroit with your mate Damien. Come join us! Happy birthday sis! -S Author's note: follow me on Instagram for updates on all current books and info on upcoming books. Instagram: dahliaknoxwrites

Was this supposed to contain evidence of his crime? I tapped on another picture. Lorenzo’s father and another man. It wasn’t anything incriminating. It was just the pair of men laughing over drinks. Most of the pictures were tied back to Lorenzo’s father. The one that had me stopping short was a picture of Lorenzo’s father and my mother. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen a picture of both of them together before, but this one was different. They weren’t whispering in each other’s ears this time. They were kissing.

He ignored her question, how was he going to be okay when his enemy was in the same building as him? Victor Blackwood wasn't just Darren's business rival, they were sworn enemies. What differentiated them as good businessmen was the fact that Victor Blackwood was into human trafficking. He buys them. The man from earlier was now well dressed. He moved towards the stage walking behind him was a woman with blonde hair, "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon once again, I am Charlie Stone,” he introduced himself. He had this cheerful smile which seemed contiguous, Emery was smiling as well. "And I'm Cystine Rodriguez, " The blonde said,