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The Devils were his family. And they had already lost Gabriel because of me.
Even if they were cruel to me, reminding me that I was still my father’s daughter, I was determined to prove that wasn’t who I was anymore.
I was, as Knox joked, a new me.
I cared now. About people. About lives. That was an entirely new feeling. It was a shitty new feeling.
Feelings. Ew.
But there was no undoing it. I couldn’t unfeel. All I could do now was finish what I started. I was going to kill my father—for the sake of the people I cared about because of my feelings for Nate.
And maybe, eventually, for my own damn sake, too.
I deserved freedom if it was the last thing I fucking did.
But damn did I want Knox to get here faster.
His five brothers were fighting for their lives against one bastard of a man.
Brody’s gun went skidding, metal scraping against concrete. Before I could think it through, I lunged for it. In that split second, the only Devil who showed me a shred of human decency was punched so hard I heard bone crack.
I whirled as Vane started wailing on Brody like he was the source of all evil. Thank fuck—his brothers were there to haul Vane away and attack him in a swarm.
More blood sprayed, more bones cracked, more chaos unfolded.
It was all so fucking fast and more brutal than I had ever seen—and that was really saying a lot.
I felt so fucking useless.
But like hell if I was about to stay that way.
I bolted across the floor toward the mezzanine stairs—right as Mason roared in agony. The sound pierced through my very soul.
I spun to see Mason stagger back, a huge-ass knife protruding from his shoulder. Vane wheezed with laughter, already turning to the next Devil.
No.
Mason stumbled, catching me in his peripheral vision. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. It was only our stare that mattered.
What I was going to do next—he was going to think I was a coward.
But I wasn’t. He just couldn’t see it yet.
So I turned and ran—not away, but toward a purpose. I flew up the stairs, Mason’s glare burning my back.
The mezzanine was full of forgotten boxes with layers of dust, nothing anyone ever gave a shit about. The warehouse was supposed to be temporary—no one even thought about settling in.
And now?
Now it was the perfect vantage point to rain hell from above and put a bullet straight through Vane’s black heart.
Like divine fucking judgment.
My pulse was hammering in my ears, but it barely drowned out the noise.
The sounds were the worst. More grunts. More punches. More missed gunshots.
We were so unbelievably fucked.