Chapter 14

Prisoners are very, very good about covering their tracks.

If they don’t want you to know something, there’s no chance in hell you’ll discover it.

Unless you’re me or my brother. We can be very sneaky when we need to.

I do a somersault, jump gracefully to my feet, and then put my back flush against the wall, holding my finger gun at the ready.

“What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?” Cain demands, his eye twitching.

I shush him, and I swear he looks ten times more murderous. “I’m being a secret agent,” I stage-whisper, kicking out my leg like some sort of ninja.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he deadpans, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m not going to hurt myself.” To prove my point, I kick my leg up even higher, like some sort of Dutch dancer, and then… “Holy shit! I broke my nards, man. I broke them.” I cup my junk, because fate somehow hates me. I’m going to be so fucking pissed if I broke my penis, dammit, now that I actually have a reason to use it.

Cain actually cracks a smile, and his eyes, the same grassy green color as mine, twinkle.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“A dumbass with broken nuts,” I groan, leaning forward. “Send Nina! I need kisses to make ’em better.”

Because, yeah, I’m just enough of a masochist that I would break my elephant trunk in order to have Nina’s lips wrapped around it. Wait, no. Retract that statement. My junk is definitely not comparable to an elephant trunk. Those are gray and wrinkly, while my manhood is golden and thick and perfect and long and?—

Cain places a hand on my chest, stopping me in mid-step, and puts a single finger to his lips. At first, I think he’s messing with me for shushing him earlier, but then I hear the distinct sound of sheets rustling.

What the hell? Is someone down here? Everyone is supposed to be in the arena during the fights.

Fucking?Cain mouths, and I waggle my eyebrows suggestively. It wouldn’t be the first time two people snuck away to do the dirty.

But who the hell would be stupid enough to fuck in our old cellblock?

I exchange another glance with my brother, and any previous humor dissipates. We were sent down here for one reason and one reason alone—find out which prisoners wish to see us dead. Discovering who created the list is important, yes, but right now, we need to face the immediate threat.

And to know that someone is in an area that only a few days prior had been ravaged by a bomb…

It’s suspicious as fuck.

As one, we move through the halls until we reach the old cellblock. My eyes briefly assess the charred cement and debris littering the floor, before another sound reaches my ears. Closer this time.

Cain stealthily moves forward, not making a single sound, as I follow behind. When we reach Bronson’s old cell, where an unfamiliar figure is bent over the bed, applying sheets to the mattress, I move to one side of the open archway and Cain moves to the other. He holds up three fingers and begins to count down.

Three.

Two.

On one, we both move forward, Cain pushing the man against the wall with me at his side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Cain growls out as the man’s eyes widen.

I’m almost positive I’ve never seen him before in my life. He’s a handsome man, I’ll give him that, with white-blond hair cut short and an innocent face. But that innocence is contradicted by the tattoos visible on his arms and neck.

Those baby-blues harden briefly before they’re replaced by a cocky, almost sultry look.

“What’s the matter, handsome?” this new man purrs, tilting his head to encompass me as well. I feel something probing the edges of my mind, but I swat it away. Power? It feels like power, but there aren’t a lot of creatures that are capable of entering someone’s mind, Nina excluded. I must’ve been imagining it.

Cain tightens his arm around the intruder’s throat, and the cocky swagger dissipates as confusion swims in the asshole’s eyes. That confusion is replaced by something infinitely colder and more dangerous.

“What are you doing here?” Cain demands.

“Don’t be like that,” the man tries again, his voice soft. He even fucking bats his eyelashes.

Is he…?

Is he seriously trying to flirt with my brother?

Even if Cain wasn’t head over heels obsessed and in love with Nina, he’s still as straight as an arrow. I literally have to cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

“Sorry, dude,” I say with a chuckle. “We don’t like dick.”

Once more, that hard expression distorts the man’s angelic face as he glares at Cain.

“I don’t either,” he confesses. “Now get the fuck off of me.”

“Not until you tell us why you’re here.” Cain pushes down even further, no doubt cutting off the man’s air supply, to emphasize his point. Only when the man’s face turns a bright red does Cain release him, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest. “Talk.”

“Fuck, man.” He begins to cough, hurling daggers with his eyes at first my brother and then me. “I was just looking for a cell. It’s not safe to be without a cell at night, you know?”

I eye the man suspiciously as he glowers.

“Look,” Cain begins, taking a step forward, “you can’t be?—”

Before he can finish speaking, the man has Cain flipped over his shoulder and a knife to my brother’s throat. Terror briefly immobilizes me before I spring into action, lunging at the attacker. Just as I’m about to make contact, he waves a hand, and I’m flung across the room, my head careening against the cell wall.

“I can kill you at any second,” the man says almost lazily. He digs the blade at Cain’s neck in deeper, drawing blood, but my twin doesn’t wince. He just continues to glare up at the fucker defiantly. “But fortunately for you,” he pats Cain’s cheek condescendingly and then jumps to his feet, “I don’t feel the need.”

Rivulets of lava begin to form on Cain’s skin, almost like it’s cracking, and dark horns push through his blond hair. His fingers elongate into keen claws as he takes a threatening step closer.

“I’m not an enemy of yours,” the man says in a low voice. “I actually have information for you…for all of you.” He turns to stare at me as well, his face grave. But just as quickly, that expression is replaced by a jovial smile. “So why don’t you guys take me to your leader, okay?”

“This isn’t some fucking alien ship,” Cain growls out, still half demon. The stench of sulfur permeates the room.

The man simply rolls his eyes, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His angelic face belies something dark and wicked. Something dangerous.

“Nope,” he pops the P with a sly grin. “It’s just prison, and trust me, you’re gonna want to hear what I have to say.”

I exchange a glance with Cain, and he nods his head subtly. Because why the fuck not? The worst that can happen is this guy is full of shit and we’ll have to kill him. And the best? Well, when it comes to Nina’s safety, snitches don’t get stitches. They get fucking gold and pearls and the favor of every last monster in this hellhole.

The fight must’ve already ended, because the halls are crowded as we march towards the throne room. Everyone purposely looks away when we pass. They know a dangerous fucker when they see one.

When we reach the throne room doors, I pause, glancing over my shoulder at the grinning asshole.

“As soon as you enter, bow. Don’t fucking hesitate. Don’t make any wiseass jokes. Don’t fucking attack. We’ll hear what you have to say.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” He waves his hand in the air dismissively. “This isn’t my first time dealing with an evil dictator.”

For some reason, his words make me bristle, mainly because I didn’t even realize that that was how the other inmates perceived us. Dictators. Huh. Dictator Abel.

Has a nice fucking ring to it.

I don’t bother knocking as I push the door open and stalk inside, Cain and the asshole at my heel. And then I pause, my eyes widening to the size of saucers as I take in the sight before me.

A naked Nina is on her hands and knees, her gorgeous tits swaying and her pretty pink nipples on display. Kai is fucking her from behind while Damien—still in his suit—has his cock in her mouth, his fingers in her gorgeous black hair and his eyes closed in pleasure. Bronson is glaring at all three of them where he sits on the edge of the raised dais, a scowl on his face but lust emanating from his gaze.

Oh shit.

All three of them turn towards us in surprise, though that expression quickly turns to murderous rage when they stare at the intruder at my side.

The man’s mouth is slightly agape, but there’s no mistaking the lust oozing from his pores. His eyes are latched on Nina’s breasts before moving to the curve of her ass. I don’t need to be a lust demon to know that he has a boner the size of fucking Texas.

I think…

I think I just may have inadvertently gotten a man killed.

And honestly? I don’t feel a fucking ounce of shame. He put a knife to my brother’s throat, is a fucking cocky ass bastard, and is now staring at Nina with something akin to reverence.

This fucker’s going down.