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Gazing out of the glass, I stared at the building on the other side of the street, about thirty stories higher than ours, the gray stone darkened by the rain and the broken street lights. “The Pope,” I answered. “It was quite a hotel back in its day. Still is, actually.”
He fucking enjoyed it. He took pleasure in being anyone’s devil.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I said in a quiet voice.
“We’re only ever good, because there are consequences,” I told her. “Take those away, and everyone shows their true self. Kind of like taking off a mask.”
She straddled him, fucking him, but her eyes were on me the whole time.”
“He fucked her,” I said, “but I was the one who made her come.”
“Do you think that little story is as naughty as I can get? Should I tell you about last summer and running into my former babysitter one night who was home from med school? She liked how I’d grown up.”
“It’s Devil’s Night, and the night is young,” she finally spoke up.
“Happy Hunting.”
If she didn’t find me, I’d find her.
“When I wake up in the middle of the night, I expect to find Rika there,” he gritted out. “Not crying as she pounds the shit out of a punching bag downstairs at three o’clock in the morning because you made her feel ashamed of herself.”
Michael darted forward, getting in my face. “You don’t get to make decisions about my woman.” “Are you sure you do?” I shot back.
Sweat ran down my back, and we stared at each other, neither one of us blinking. “Are you guys gonna get it on right now?” Will asked. I hooded my eyes. For Christ’s sake. Leave it to Will to crack a joke right now.
“What if he’s closer than we thought?” And then I approached Michael, dropping my voice to a whisper. “What if he never left?”
Michael, Will, and Rika had agreed that they would move on with their lives and let Damon move on with his if he stayed out of town and away from us. But not me. I needed to find him, and I couldn’t tell my friends why.
Grayson and Crist, they would protect you even if they found a dead hooker in your bed and blood on your hands. No questions. No hesitation. And so would Damon.” He nodded at me. “But I don’t think you’d do the same for them.”
Why all the security for a place not being used? Why not just lock and board up the doors? Or tear it down and sell it off? Why was it sealed up and guarded like a prison? Damon was there.
Michael leaned in, speaking low. “We all need to face him, especially Will. He’s floundering without Damon.” “Damon tried to kill him,” I bit out. He’d tied a cinderblock to his ankle and threw him in the fucking ocean.
“His best friend tried to kill him.”
“Banks?” he asked. “Did you need anything more from the gentlemen?”
My friends didn’t need Devil’s Night as an excuse to get crazy. But I did. It was the one night I let myself make really bad decisions. Decisions made out of desire and selfishness and a need to not think methodically over every detail of every movement I made every day. I wasn’t raised to be perfect, but I was raised to do everything with perfection in mind.
