Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

Everything crashed to the hardwood floor, and Kai, Will, and Damon shot back in their seats, trying to avoid the mess of food and drink spilling everywhere.

I dropped the tablecloth and steeled my jaw, glaring into Michael’s amused eyes as I stood up straight and demanded their fucking attention.

The chatter around the room had stopped, and I knew all eyes were on me.

“Miss?” a male voice charged, coming up next to me. “You need to leave.”

But I didn’t budge. I stared at Michael, challenging him.

He finally glanced at the man next to me and waved him off.

As soon as he was gone, I stepped up to the table, not caring who heard me or who was looking.

“Where is my money?” I growled.

“In my account.”

But it wasn’t Michael who answered. I looked to Kai, seeing a small smirk on his lips.

“And mine.”

I twisted my head, turning my eyes on Will and seeing his cocky grin.

“And mine,” Damon added.

I shook my head, trying to keep my body from shaking. “You’ve all gone too far,” I breathed out, shocked.

“There’s no such thing,” Kai replied. “What we can do, we will.”

“Why?” I burst out. “What did I ever do to you?”

“If I were you,” Damon joined in, “I’d be more concerned with what we’re going to do to you.”

What? Why were they doing this?

Michael leaned forward in his chair and placed his forearms on the table.

“Your house is gone,” he stated. “Your money and property? Liquidated. And where is your mother?”

My eyes rounded, realization slowly dawning as I saw the suggestion in his eyes.

My mother wasn’t on a yacht. I’d been played.

“Oh, my God,” I murmured to myself.

“You belong to us now,” Michael declared. “You’ll have money when we think you deserve it.”

I narrowed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. “There’s no way you’ll get away with this!”

“Who’s going to stop us?” Damon argued.

But I looked to Michael, dealing only with him. “I’ll call your father,” I threatened.

He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he stood up from his chair. “I hope you do,” he replied. “I’d love to see the look on his face when he realizes that the Fane fortune is gone, and Trevor will get you”—his heated eyes fell down my body before continuing—“in less than pristine condition.”

I heard Will laugh under his breath as the rest of them stood up, avoiding the mess on the floor.

Michael circled the table, coming around to stand in front of me. “Now we’ve got spectators, and I don’t like that.” He glanced around the room full of gentlemen who were still watching us. “We’re heading back to my parents’ house in Thunder Bay for the weekend, and we’ll expect you within the hour.”