Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

“So each of you pull a prank on Devil’s Night, and this was yours,” I stated, finally figuring out what he was talking about. “Why?”

His eyes locked with mine through his mask, and I wondered why he never took it off. The others had peeled theirs away now that the stunt was done.

“I don’t like drugs or drug houses,” he admitted. “Drugs are a crutch for people too ignorant to self-destruct on their own.”

I pinched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean? Why would anyone want to self-destruct in the first place?”

He held my gaze, and I thought he was going to answer the question, but then he walked around me, toward the car.

I shook my head, disappointed that I didn’t seem to understand what he was trying to say.

“Let’s go!” he bellowed, and everyone piled back into the car. I spared one last glance at the house, seeing it light up the night sky, and I smiled, hoping Kai had been on the phone calling the fire department.

He climbed in the driver’s seat, and I opened the door behind him, ready to climb in my seat, but I was yanked back, and the door whipped close right in front of my face.

My breath caught in my throat, and the next thing I knew my back was slamming into the car.

“Why did he bring you along?”

Damon scowled down at me, and I searched his face, confusion wracking my brain.

“What?” I gasped out.

“And why did he take you into the catacombs today?”

What was his problem?

“Why don’t you ask him?” I threw back. “Maybe he’s bored.”

His eyelids thinned, glaring at me. “What did you two talk about today?”

What the hell?

“Do you interrogate every person Michael talks to?” I charged.

He shot into my face, growling out his whisper. “I’ve never seen him give a hand-held tour of a fuck party before. Or bring someone along on Devil’s Night. This is ours, so why are you here?”

I remained silent, gluing my teeth together. I had no idea what to say or even think. I was under the impression Damon, Will, and Kai were on board with this when Michael picked me up earlier.

Were Will and Kai angry as well?

“Don’t think you’re special,” he sneered. “Lots of women get him. No one keeps him.”

I held his eyes, making sure not to let him see me falter.

“Rika,” Michael called. “Get over here.”

Damon kept his eyes locked on me for another moment and then backed away, letting me leave. I sucked in a breath, realizing my heart was pounding like a bass drum. I dived around the back of the car to meet Michael on the passenger side.

He opened the door and climbed in, tossing his mask to Will and then turning his eyes on me.

He wasn’t driving?

“Come here.” He held out his hand.

I inched closer and then gasped as he pulled me into the car, onto his lap, draping my legs across his.

What? I hooked a quick arm around his neck for support, my ass planted on his thighs.