Devil (The DiFiore Mafia Family #2)

by Joel Abernathy

"You know, this is basically kidnapping,” I said. "Oh, yeah? Call the cops."

Because that's the thing about scum, Miller. It sticks."

Because if I couldn't go down fighting, I was at least going to be a fucking drama whore about it.

“I’m straight,” I said, reminding my cock as much as him. “You like furry porn, from the way my brother tells it. Aren’t those mutually exclusive?”

That afternoon, I’d been warring with myself all day while he was downstairs at the kitchen table working on a laptop he’d bought in the nearby town at some point. Because he was allowed to have technology while I had to live like a fifteenth-century peasant. “You can’t be trusted, Valentine.” “You don’t even know what a VPN is, Valentine.” “All you’re going to do is look at furry porn all day, Valentine.” And yeah, okay, that was all true, but it was still hypocrisy and he wasn’t exactly keeping me entertained.

“That turned you on before, didn’t it?” he asked, his voice a malevolent rumble. “Me choking you. You certainly got hard enough.” “Pretty sure that’s a natural physical response to being strangled,”