The Handsome Devil

Chapter 27 - We're leaving

"What the hell was that about?" Deya shouted while stumbling over the stairs. It was obvious Max was pissed to a whole new level, yet, she was dumbfounded as to why. If it was about their little argument earlier, he would have acted sooner, wouldn't he?

"Oh, sorry for interrupting your little lame date." The devil hissed without looking at her.

"A date?" Deya's hearty laugh echoed through the staircase. "Are you insane?"

"Even a blind man could see you were all over each other" She could sense the bitterness in his voice. It seemed he truly believed his words.

"That's bullshit." She hissed in return. Who does he think he is to judge her? "Besides, you looked pretty cosy yourself, with the two blondes."

Hearing that, Max stopped in his tracks. They were on the second floor now, not too far from their bedroom door. Maybe if she sprinted really fast...

"That's what this is about." He flashed her a victorious smile. "You were jealous."

What?

"Dream on. Your free-time activities do not concern me. I just expect the same in return." She made sure to keep her voice steady and gave him a half smile at the end. Nonetheless, her internal voice kept contemplating his question. Were you jealous?

"You were" His husky voice mocked her and she wished nothing more than to wipe the smirk off of his face.

"I assure you I was not." She was running low on patience. "To be jealous, I'd have to actually like you. But all that comes to my mind when I look at you is contempt, disgust, and hatred."

Her normally compassionate eyes turned into two black holes as they burned into him. Perhaps, that's why she missed the short flash of hurt that stained his features.

"Whatever. Just stay away from Hunter." He growled in undertone after taking a deep breath to recollect himself.

"It's not your place to decide." She wasn't even sure if she wanted to see Hunter again, however, she would say anything just to defy Max.

"You're a bulldog. Everything that concerns you is my business." He seethed through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, tell yourself that." Her voice was gradually growing louder. "I don't see you choosing friends for Dylan or the others. Stop treating me as a child!"

"You are a child, baby girl." He whispered with a stone cold expression.

"I'm 23 for christs sake!" Her fingers darted to massage her temples. This man is gonna be the death of her. "My family died, I lived on the streets and I have been kidnapped and forced to join a gang. That doesn't sound like a childhood to me."

She finished her rant and looked at him in desperation. "Why can't you treat me the way you would anyone else?"

"Because you don't know what you wish for." His shoulders shrugged before he continued. "You're too fragile. Knowing and seeing the full extent of the things we do would wreck you for life."

"Don't you see that I'm already wrecked?" The girl whispered under her breath, desperately fighting the tears that flooded her chocolate eyes. When she shuffled around the devil, she half expected him to stop her, but he did not even flinch.

Right as she was closing the door of her bedroom, his husky voice echoed again. "If you want me to treat you like the rest of bulldogs, you'll have to go all the way."

The girl's brow furrowed in confusion. "Go all the way?" What does that even mean?

He slowly turned around to face her, the oceans of his eyes threateningly sparkling. "You'll have to kill someone, baby girl. That's how you go all the way."