The Devil Has Feelings Too

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like a fishhook. It was constant, sh

er mother's arms. She was red-faced, her tiny fists flailing in frustration

ve someone depend on you lik

em caught my eye, it was 9:58 p

tes, and I'd be free from this b

till ringing in my ears. As she shuffled away, I slipped off my nam

ainst my nerves. The locker door creaked as I opened it, grabbing my scuffed leath

rmth of the store. My worn sneakers squeaked against the pavement as I scanned the stree

, I had people d

t to know how I made ends meet. They just knew there

all that

I needed

r, everything was overdue. I didn't have the luxury o

on t

into the backseat, giving the dri

e racks until I found something that would do the trick. And tonight,

of course. I wasn't keeping it. Eighty dollars gone, and my purse was officially empty. But it didn'

pair of decent heels I owned. I got into another cab, resting back on the chair an

ked like a million bucks or at least som

dn't stop. I strode straight to the bouncer, a mountain of a

eeted, his deep

tapping his chest lightly. "

side and pulling the velvet rope bac

the warm, dim lighting painted the room in golds and reds. The air was thick

t my chin high, m

tches. Some men wore leather jackets that had seen better days and easy

ch a good price at the pawnshop, even if they tried to lowball me. I sauntered over to the bar, sliding onto the stool

his voice warm but tinged with

his breath hit me first, it reaks of cigarett

, stale c

didn't matter how much money he had.

d into the seat beside me, his presence quiet. He didn

order in a low, smooth

dded, glancing a

's having," I said

tugging at his lips. "You sure about

to snap back, but the ma

o," he said,

his eyes dropping to the counter

ying him for the first time. His

him car

y drink for me." I said to hi

, liquid grey. "Who sai

ps pa

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the bar top. I watched him, thinking I'd seen a h

ng?" I asked, refe

n in the pressed suit took a glass and slid it to me. I wrappe

strange men you meet at

sify yourself as a strange man?" I as

sip of my drink, holding

ame," he said,

,' not,

know like it

rubbing my finger on the ti

move. The soft clink of his glass setting on the table made me sit up strai

?" His voice was

some. Blonde hair, radiant grey eyes, a chiseled jaw, and f

t mix feelin

is was

hand, extending it f

on his tickled my nerve endings. In an e

ran thr

no Gi

Rion. G

ch as I tried to hide it, I felt it

t powerful Alphas to ever walk the realm but also...

't have gotte

his was a mistake. The mafia swears

he wore no watch, no accessory except

was that

thousands, i

st get my han

ld happen if

if he was the type a pickpocket could get the upper h

tice the slight tremble, as I ran my fingers along

private?" I whispered, keepi

mine, giving

he stood up, taki

dd

the scent of his cologne clouding my senses. His voice rumbled low in my ear

ed to

use it, and you, to t

.. I didn't sa