Hate to love

Chapter 32

Devon's POV

I hated Leo, Karen, Jasmine and Ceejay.

I even hated Fang. He was a traitor.

He hid and hadn't come out all day.

Leila, on the other hand had been everywhere.

Puberty did things to her body, but I think it forgot her mind.

She is still the same annoying kid she has always been.

Da Boss said we shouldn't leave her alone.

I was trying to game in peace, but she keeps touching me.

And I locked the weapon's vault and the kitchen and gave the keys to Leo.

So he wouldn't have to make a new identity for us.

Again.

"Devon, come on, you grew so much, I didn't realize you where this hot. I mean, I always did have a crush on you but now, men, you're hot."

She put her hand on my shoulder.

I'm usually disgusted by touches.

Except you're my friend, like Leo, Marcus, Ceejay, Jasmine, Karen and Klan.

And if I wanted you to touch me, like Savannah. I would do anything for even her hugs.

Leila didn't fall in any category.

And she would have lost an arm, if Leo wasn't with that key.

"Get away from me."

She turned her head to the side.

Leila was a red head, with icy blue eyes.

On first glance, she would be very pretty to a boy.

Then she would open her mouth and boom, you're out of the spell.

"Devvy" she whined, touching my face.

I moved her hand away. "One, don't touch me, two never ever call me that in your life and three, can you drown yourself so I can tell Da Boss it was suicide?" I asked, hope in my eyes.

She laughed.

Laughter used to irritate me.

Hers was always worse.

Even now that I enjoy a good laugh, I find myself wanting to wrap my hands round her to throat to keep her quiet.

Permanently.

This is torture.

I got a text from my guard.

It was a picture of Savannah with Leo, Jasmine and Karen.

It read; these two a threat?

I grinned. This was obviously a new one among their shifts.

What? Just because I have people situated everywhere she could possibly enter doesn't make me creepy.

Maybe a little.

Okay a lot but I'm willing to.

They're okay. If they take her, don't object or intervene.

"Her? Whose her? Who are you spying on?" Leila asked.

"That's really not your business, is it?"

"I can tell your dad and he'll beat you up again."

I smirked up at her, Da Boss had obviously kept that story a secret.

Why he'd started treating me like his son.