Through his panting and bleeding, Mario looked to the three men that strolled into our little interrogation with pleading eyes. “Please, please! I’ll tell you everything you want to know!” He shook his tied-up hands, shifting the chair around a bit.

Kicking him in the shin, I asked, “Then why were you making it so difficult?”

“Boss, just use his phone,” Jon piped up.

I nodded to them to search his belongings. Reaper pulled out his own toys to play with after rolling out a plastic sheet, standing over Mario waiting to play with him.

Mario shook even more, making me wonder if he would go into shock soon. “Nicholas has been dealing with some bad people, okay? Bad! They’ll kill me!”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. “I’ll kill you, shitface.”

“Heh, yeah. Shitface,” Reaper taunted.

“Look. These guys are fucking scary, and Nicholas started letting them skim a little from drop locations for extra money.” His breathing was jagged and rough. I needed to staunch the bleeding to keep him awake longer.

Stupid motherfucker couldn’t have just answered my questions?

“I have his messages, boss.” Dave held up the phone. “Looks like Nicky boy split and he’s heading out of the country.”

Open palmed, I smacked Mario in the face as hard as I could. “You are so fucking lucky I need you alive right now.”

​Chapter 33

Fallon

“And the winner of best costume goes to...” he opened the envelope to read the name. “...Fallon Montgomery for being the hottest devil this campus has ever seen. Seriously, it says that.”

The crowd roared to life as I was led forward to the DJ to accept my prize—a bottle of whiskey and a Halloween figurine trophy.

So much for a low profile.

“You’re hot!” A bunch of guys yelled from the crowd.

I took my prizes and tried to scurry off the stage before the DJ stopped me. “No way! You’re due obligatory pictures now. Everyone line up!”

The first person came up to me to take a picture with me.

Sloane.

“Hey, bestie!” She threw her arm around my shoulder, sending a wave of nervous energy down my body. Her lips dipped close to my ear as we took a few pictures, a viscous grin apparent in her voice. “I hope you know what you’re doing. The games have just begun.”

Smiling through her threats, I made it through the next twenty minutes of the groups of guys wanting pictures with the hottest devil on campus before Kelly finally saved my ass.

“Look,” she showed me her phone full of cash deposits. “We got money for lunch forever now.”

I laughed, knowing she’d been up to something. “Were you secretly charging for pics?”

“Duh,” she flipped her hair. “There’s money galore on campus, and now we have lunch paid for a year in advance.”