The Devil's Masquerade: The Remedy (The Devil's Eyes) Read Free

that Jayzon frustrated sigh.
    “Don’t worry about me. I know what I am doing.”
    “You know what you are doing? I suppose you are not going to tell me what that is?”
    I smile sweetly at him before lightly kissing his cheek, “Oh Ryan, you are so sweet to be concerned.” He rolls his eyes but, thankfully, drops his pursuit of my whereabouts.
    Elijah shakes his head with a laugh, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “At least you don’t just aggravate me.”
    “Of course not. I am an equal opportunity aggravator,” I say, kicking back with my boys while we wait for Gideon’s friend to arrive.
    When Gideon nervously walks into the room, he takes a second to breathe before holding up his hands at us. Right now, Gideon says he has the answers, and he says he has a plan. Well, at least his friend has a plan. We are all set to meet today for the first time after much negotiation and many promises to give his friend a chance. Gideon actually begs us to hold off our judgment until we hear him out, which makes me nervous.
    What is it about this man that will cause us not to trust him as soon as we lay our eyes on him, or before we even know him?
    “He is here, and he is anxious to speak to you all, but again, I beg you to hear him out before you react harshly,” he says. I nod nervously. Elijah and Ryan each step out in front of me with tense chests. The club is closed, so we are free to do business without worrying about anyone sneaking in. So, when a woman with bright green eyes and long red hair pulled roughly into a ponytail walks through the door, we are stunned. She seems just as nervous about us as we do her. She doesn’t speak; however, she nods as she steps to the side and glances towards the man that comes in behind her. He is tall and clean cut with crystal-grey eyes and dirty-blond hair. He is dressed from head to toe in designer clothes that he seems to have put on in protest considering his sour expression. His natural good looks are clear. He doesn’t need to go to too much trouble to have women swooning over him, but I’m sure that is beneath him anyway. He eyes us each with a frown until he spots Ryan…
    “Motherfucker!” Ryan rushes at his throat, and it takes us all to remove him. “Let go of me! This fucker killed Sam!” Ryan yells.
    “Sorry, my friend, but I had nothing to do with that. I was there but only to learn more about you. The culprit of your poor murdered fiancé is none other than your own grandfather.”
    “You’re a liar! I saw you,” Ryan fumes back at him.
    “Like I said, I admit to being there but for investigative reasons only. If you noticed, there were others around too, and none of them were there by my orders,” the man states with little emotion.
    “Amery and the other Lords are not allowed to kill innocents without just cause. He had no reason or cause to go after you or your fiancé,” Gideon says. “It makes sense that it was Dennis. If he found out you were Dante’s son, then he would have done anything to test you. If you failed, then he would have let you die.”
    “Actually, I believe he wanted Nicholas, and he did whatever he could to force him to leave you all behind. He set him up. None of the attacks were anyone other than him, trying to force Nicholas to be sheltered under his control.”
    “And who are you?” I ask, still pressing my whole body against Ryan’s firm chest.
    “Amery Luvis, Lord of the Fifth. I took over for my father after he passed away. That is the way it works. Savage has managed to hold on quite well for his age. He feeds off his offspring to stay in power, that’s why he doesn’t allow any to live, at least the ones that don’t offer some benefit to him. They would only drain him of energy; of power.” Amery looks Ryan over once again. “I can understand your anger. I felt the same way when my wife was killed. We were only married a day when Savage’s wife killed her.” Ryan eases some but doesn’t allow me to get