Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

But I steeled myself, having had enough whiplash from Michael today. He finally says more than two words to me and then turns around and acts like he doesn’t even know my name at the dinner table?

“Don’t bother,” I told him, not even trying to hide my sneer. “I can make my own way home.”

And I turned around, heading for my house.

“We’re not taking you home,” he said, his voice dark.

I stopped and turned my head, my heart thumping in my chest. His light brown hair, still wet from his shower, shined in the light, and I saw a dare in his eyes.

He turned around and walked for the passenger door, right behind the driver’s seat, and opened it.

I pivoted my whole body back around, facing him.

His voice was soft and sultry. “Get in.”

I DUG MY FINGERS INTO MY THIGHS, trying to keep myself from fidgeting as the presence of four men, all more than six feet tall and well over one-eighty each, filled the pitch black interior of Michael’s SUV.

He sat in front of me, driving, while Kai sat next to him in the passenger’s seat. Will sat to my right, and I could feel his eyes on me.

But it was Damon at my back that made the hair on my neck stand up. I tried to ignore the tension, but I couldn’t resist. I inched my chin over my shoulder anyway and glanced at him sitting in the bench seat behind me.

I immediately wanted to hide.

His dead eyes were on me as smoke drifted out from between his lips, floating above him, and it scared the shit out of me how calm he was. Both of his arms hung around the back of the seat, and he tipped his chin down, just holding my gaze.

I quickly turned back around again, spotting Will next to me, chewing a piece of gum and grinning at me like a cocky little shit who knew I was about to piss myself.

I wondered if they knew why Michael picked me up.

Let the Sparks Fly by Thousand Foot Krutch blared out of the speakers, cutting into my ears, and I forced myself to calm down, inhaling a slow, deep breath.

We drove through town, passing restaurants and local hangouts bus

tling with teenagers, and continued into the country. After twenty minutes of nothing but loud music, Michael turned down the radio and veered up a dark, gravel road, his SUV slowly climbing the steep incline into the trees.

Where the hell were we going?

We weren’t in Thunder Bay anymore, but we weren’t that far outside of town, either. I’d never been up here or hung out in the smaller communities outside of ours.

Will reached down between his legs and dug into a black duffel, pulling out masks.

I watched as he tossed Damon’s black one to him, tapped Kai on his shoulder, handing him his silver one, and set Michael’s red one on the console between him and Kai.

Will smiled at me, flaring his eyes like a little devil before slipping his horrid white mask over his face.

Jesus, what were we doing?

I prayed that I wouldn’t have to watch them jump some poor guy who’d mistakenly offended them or witness them robbing a jewelry store. Not that I’d ever heard of them doing things like that, but I really had no idea what I was in for.

I definitely knew we weren’t merely toilet-papering a car or spray-painting a street sign, though.

Or maybe it wasn’t “we”. Maybe they didn’t want me to do anything with them at all. Who knew why I was here? Maybe I was the getaway driver. Maybe the lookout.

Maybe the bait.

“Hey, Michael?” I heard Will’s muffled voice. “She doesn’t have a mask.”

I shot my eyes up to the rearview mirror, seeing Michael’s gaze meet mine, a hint of a smile on his face.