The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

16. Sixteen

16

SIXTEEN

KAI

A rcher was upstairs conversing with his father, Cassian King, while Theo and I waited in the car. Theo was engrossed in texting on his phone, trying to keep it hidden from view. I couldn't help but glance at my watch, the ticking of the seconds amplifying my impatience as we waited for Archer to return.

“What’s been going on with you?” I asked, my voice sharp and curious.

Theo looked up from his phone, his confusion and irritation evident in his expression. “What do you mean?” he asked with a distracted voice.

“I mean the girl from the other night. Who was she?” I probed.

“A friend,” Theo shrugged nonchalantly, returning his attention to his phone.

“Ah, the classic ‘just a friend’ response,” I scoffed. I didn’t buy it for a minute.

“Are you really going to open this can of worms?” Theo raised his eyebrow, clearly reluctant to discuss the topic.

“Why not? I have nothing to hide,” I replied evenly.

“Is that so?” Theo challenged. “Then why haven’t you told Archer about Haven Benson?”

“What about her?” I countered.

“That’s where you were this morning when he called, right?”

My eyes widened in surprise as they snapped to meet his gaze. He wore a smug smirk on his face, and I resisted the urge to punch him for digging into my personal life. Although, I couldn’t blame him. I was sneaking around with the daughter of the kingpin of The Collectors and the sister of the brother who was literally trying to bring Archer down and steal his girl.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that nerd shit and tracking me,” I growled through gritted teeth.

“The only nerd shit I’ve been doing is what you asked me to do. Maddie was pissed off last night because you had bolted and left her, and the whole house had to listen to her bitch. I wasn’t sure if you were with Haven, but I guess you just confirmed that,” Theo shot back.

“You little shit,” I said, slapping him lightly on the stomach. He laughed and playfully defended himself from my assault.

“How do you deal with all this drama from multiple girls at once?” Theo asked with genuine curiosity in his tone.

“It’s a gift, I suppose,” I replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, is this girl one of your picks for The Hunt?” I changed the subject because every time I thought about Haven, my dick got hard. And there’s nothing more awkward than getting a boner next to your best friend.

“I don’t know. I haven’t asked her yet,” he responded evasively and then changed the subject. “You already have Maddie. Are you planning on asking Haven? Can you imagine what Archer would think if he knew you were boning Alexander Benson’s little sister?”

“Hey, shut the fuck up,” I growled, my hand clenching into a fist. “First of all, I’m not boning her. Second of all, I’m not sure what purpose she serves yet. All I know is she is good for information. If it weren’t for her, Alexander would have blindsided us at the quarry, all of us could be dead, and Mila could have been taken.”

“She was the one that gave you that anonymous tip?” Theo raised his eyebrow skeptically. “What does she gain from betraying her own brother? Because I’ve been digging into the Benson family. They kill first and ask questions later. So, why would she put her own life in danger for us?”

“You’ve been digging into their family?”

“Oh yeah. It’s like a fucking mafia soap opera. Once you go down the rabbit hole, you can’t stop waiting to see what’s next,” Theo chuckled, returning his focus to his phone.

“Anything about Haven?” I pressed.

“Not much.”

“Send it to me.”

“You sure? It’s pretty dark. Let’s just say, her life has not been rainbows and butterflies.”

“Send it.”

“You got it.” Theo quickly scrolled through his phone and typed a few words before a loud whooshing sound appeared. “It’s on its way to your secure email now.”

“Thanks,” I replied, pulling out my phone. I had only just clicked on the file when Archer opened the car door.

Cassian’s head bodyguard, Ozzie, greeted Archer with a big smile and a pat on the back.

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a bit! You ready to knock some skulls together?” Ozzie boomed.

“Always.” Archer grinned.

“That’s my boy! Let’s get you to the house.” Ozzie settled into the passenger seat while Archer climbed in the back with us.

Thank God.

Cassian was sending us off to create chaos and carnage, my two favorite “c” words.

“How’d it go?” I asked.

“As well as you’d expect,” Archer grumbled.

“What’d he say?”

“He wants me to speed up my relationship with Mila.”

“Well, that won’t be hard. You still have her cum on your dick. I assume she’s your pick for The Hunt, then? If not, can I have her?” I couldn’t resist teasing him.

Archer whipped his head in my direction, his eyes shooting daggers at me. “What the fuck? Do you honestly think I’d let your diseased dick go anywhere near her?”

“Hey man, that was one time. That chick told me she was clean.” I threw up my hands in defense, trying to suppress a laugh at how easily I could rile him up.

“She’s mine,” Archer warned.

“Okay, okay. But I can’t help it if she wants a taste of Theo or me.” I should have stopped, but Archer was wound too tightly, and I needed something to distract me.

“Hey, don’t bring me into this!” Theo laughed, tears of amusement welling in his green eyes. “I haven’t even seen the chick.”

“I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you. That goes for the both of you,” he warned, his tone sharp, and his neck veins bulging.

He fell silent for a minute, choosing instead to stare out the car window. And I let him be.

“Let’s just get this shit done so we can get the fuck home,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and continuing to stare out the window.

I didn’t mind the silent treatment for the rest of the drive. My thoughts were consumed with the green-eyed temptress I’d left naked in her bed a few hours ago. Every time I licked my lips, I could still taste her in my mouth. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to adjust my growing erection. I tried to think of things that disgusted me, but my mind kept replaying images of her. She would be the ruin of me, and I welcomed her devastation eagerly.

After we discussed the plan and memorized the blueprints, we arrived under the cover of night at one of the warehouses that held weapons and drugs for The Collectors. We had been chasing our tails for months, and every time we got close to locating the main source of his business, he’d move everything to an alternate location.

We gathered in a tight huddle, surveying the large warehouse looming before us. It was an imposing structure with high ceilings and thick steel doors that were reinforced with concrete. We cautiously approached the warehouse, moving silently and keeping close to the shadows. As we reached the gates, Theo paused to pull out his phone and send a message to our contacts, informing them of our arrival. A few seconds later, a small door next to the gates opened, and we slipped inside.

The deafening sound of gunfire filled the air, drowning out my thoughts as I moved with calculated precision through the chaos. With every step, my heart thumped in rhythm to the screams and cries echoing around me. Bodies fell to the ground, their blood painting gruesome patterns on the walls and floor. My muscles burned with exertion as I relentlessly cut down anyone in my path, fueled by a cold determination to reach my target. Each kill brought a sick satisfaction, a twisted pleasure in taking lives without remorse or hesitation. I was a force of nature, leaving destruction in my wake as I pushed deeper into the heart of the warehouse, hungry for more bloodshed.