Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“Your bruises are almost gone,” he says. His voice is rough, and he sounds almost… relieved. Like he actually cared that I was hurt. His voice snaps the tense silence, and I swallow hard, stiffening my spine. I can’t afford to get dragged into this mess with him again. I can’t afford to let my guard down. When I told them all I was done before, I meant it, and I have to stand firm to that. I call up all my anger from the night I saw that video, letting it burn hot and bright in my chest. “Yeah, they are. I’m lucky I got out with just some scrapes and bruises,” I tell him coolly. “No thanks to you and your brothers.” Malice’s jaws clenches, a flash of anger darkening his gray eyes. He stalks toward me slowly, not looking away, staring me down the same way a predator watches its prey. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Solnyshka,” he murmurs. “We did everything we could to find you. As soon as we realized you were fucking gone, we all lost our shit. Vic was scrubbing through footage, Ransom and I were trying to track you on foot. Don’t you know that we would have protected you if we could have? We were going out of our fucking minds trying to get to you before Ilya could hurt you.”