The Devils King

14

I left backstage to go pay for my ticket and find a seat before the auditorium got too crowded. Aleigha seemed fine when I left so I figured it was a good time. As I walked in I saw rows and rows of seats in around 6 sections. I searched for an open spot around the front, somewhere that Dylan and Nick would want to sit. Nick went to pick up Dylan since he obviously couldn't drive, and they were on their way.

I stopped at the second and third row, searching for 3 open spots. I quickly found three towards the end, and went to sit down. A little while later, the auditorium started getting more and more filled. I was reading the performance listing on the handout they gave me when I bought a ticket and I felt someone grab my shoulders.

"Well Mads, so long to your freedom." I heard Reegans voice from behind me. I rolled my eyes and shrugged him off, not even bothering to look at him. "So I'm guessing Ace told you about our deal?" I ask casually, pretending it doesn't bother me.

'Pretending'

Because it definitely bothered me.

"Of course he did. He couldn't stop bragging about how he had a new slave that he was going to make lick his shoes." I sigh and shake my head. "I'll cut my tongue out before I lick his dirty shoes." Reegan let's out a laugh and I hear him take a seat behind me. Following him, I hear the rest of the Devils fill up the other empty spots from behind me, sitting together in one big herd it seemed.

"I told you the first day here that you shouldn't have messed with him, Mads." Reegan laughs. I roll my eyes, even if he couldn't see it. "Oh eat my ass, Reegan."

"Gladly," I spun around and raised my eyebrows at him. He only smirked at me and gave me a seductive wink. His blonde hair stuck up on his big head. "When and where, sugar?"

"Uck! Gross!" I yell, turning back around.

I heard Sniper and Reegan start talking not long after, whispering to each other. I ignored them and soon Nick and Dylan came over and sat down beside me.

"How you feeling Dylan?" I ask. He purses his lips and shrugs, waving his casted hands around. From the corner of my eye, I could see some of the Devils talking to each other, and pointing at Dylan and laughing. Anger rose up within me.

"Better. I'm just glad I could make it to Lee's performance." He smiles.

"You should've kept going, we would've made sure you couldn't come." A Devil said, laughing from behind Dylan. Dylan pushed up his large frames and just sighed angrily. I shook my head and leaned over Nick, making sure the Devil heard me.

He was a small boy. Dark skin and short short hair. He sat behind Dylan and smirked at him, cracking his knuckles. He wore a dark black tank under his Devils jacket. He had a smug, nasty look on his face that made me want to slap the shit out of it.

"Hey," I spat loudly enough for him to hear. He turned to me, and eyed me up and down. Then raised an eyebrow when he looked back at me. "Maddie-" Nick whispered.

"Oh and who do we have here? Aces new little sex slave? He picked a good one didn't he?" I raised both eyebrows at him, questioning what the fuck he just said.

Oh he did not.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I stood to my feet and fisted my hands up, my nails digging into my palms. But I didn't care. I was too blinded by anger. He was not going to talk to me like that!

I felt a hand on my wrist and someone whisper my name softly. But I was too busy listening to this jackasses response.

"You're the new sex slave for us. Ace always shares his sluts with the rest of the gang," He looked me up and down again, licking his lips and teeth like a monster before its meal. "I'm just excited to see what a rich bitch tastes like."