Kiss_Bang (Lost Devils MC #1) - Madison Faye Page 0,19

he’ll ever make.

“Carlos,” I grunt.

“Si, puta?” he hisses. “You want to beg? You want to beg me to make it fast, so you don’t—”

“Just shut the fuck up.”

My hand shoots out, I grab his ankle, and I twist, hard. The leg snaps as he falls, and before the shock wears off enough for him to scream, I’m on him. The taser I jam into his mouth, choking him before I push the button. He gurgles as his whole body convulses with the shocks. I mean hell, his fucking eyes light up as the current explodes though him. I pull the taser out and grab his neck. I’m not looking to torture the piece of shit, even if he is a piece of shit. But there’s no scenario where he walks away from this today.

One grip, one squeeze, one twist, and Carlos is done.

I go still, listening hard. The jail hallway is empty—the others long gone to go drink or party, or maybe collect bets for the fight I’ve just won. No, it’s just me and Carlos now.

I yank his keys from his belt loop and sling his body over my shoulder. Taser in hand, I head out of the cell, but then I pause and think. I duck back in, and shove Carlos’s body under the rags that serve as my bed. I stuff them fuller, looking bigger since he’s much smaller than me, then step back. It’ll do in the dark.

I head out again, close the door, and lock my cell from the outside. I turn, and my jaw tightens as my blood roars.

One way leads to freedom. I could run and flee this hell. But not without my angel. Because the other way leads to her, and that’s where I head.

To claim what’s mine.

Chapter Nine

Catalina

I sit in front of the gilded vanity, looking into the big mirrors. I brush my hair slowly in long drawn out strokes of the silver Tiffany’s brush. An array of necklaces and rings and other jewels lie across the top of the vanity, reflecting like glitter in the mirror. I look up into my bright blue eyes, with the dark black lashes, and I sigh.

I really am a bird in a gilded cage. Sometimes I’m honesty amazed my father ever let me to go school away in France, or much less collage in the States. Granted, I was surround by his people, hence the no friends or boyfriends.

But now, this bird in the cage has gotten a taste of being free. I’ve gotten a glimpse of what awaits if I were to break free.

He’s shown me that.

James.

Hush.

I brush out my hair, sitting there in my gauzy white nightgown. The fortress mansion is all modern high tech, with temperature-controlled rooms. But the desert gets cool at night, and I prefer to simply sleep with the big doors to my balcony open. I can smell the familiar scent of desert jasmine and sweetbush outside, and even thought this palace isn’t where I grew up, it makes it feel a little more like home.

A cool wind blows through, and I love the goosebumps it sets over my skin. I love the way it makes my nipples harden under the gauzy nightgown too, and I blush as my mind teases back to a few days ago, with Hush.

God, that was hot. Dirty but sensual. Naughty but loving, which is weird. He is a beast, but he’s my beast. Mine. I blush deeper, feeling silly for even thinking of him like that. I mean who knows what I am to him? After all, he’s a man who’s been in a hole in the ground for two years. Maybe it’s just that I’m the first girl he’s gotten his hands on in a very, very long time.

That thought sours in my head, but I clear it away. No, that’s just my own insecurities—my own shit. That’s not what this is.

“It’s more than that,” I say quietly out loud.

“What is?”

The scream lodges in my throat as I half fall out of my chair. I whirl, clutching at my chest until suddenly, my eyes drink him in. He’s standing half in the shadows by the balcony doors, bare-chested, huge, and with his eyes blazing into mine.

Hush.

“You…” I swallow, and I realize that this is the first time I’ve been with him where there isn’t handcuffs on his arms, or a wall or bars between us. I shiver as he steps out of the shadows, biting my lip.

“You’re scared,” he growls tenderly.

“No,