The Devil’s Reward: An Opposites Attract Romance (The Devil’s Soldiers)

It always pays to have a backup plan.

I head up to my room and walk inside. My phone buzzed in my pocket during Church, and I was itching to answer. I know who it is, and I need to warn him of what’s coming.

I lock the door behind me and quickly press the button on the jammer in my pocket. I pull out the burner and curse when I read the message.

Dmitri: You have twenty-four hours to bring me Sage Armstrong and get rid of Izzy Mills. See that it’s done or I’ll do it for you, and I’ll handle the destruction of you and your club myself.

Fuck. Fucking hell this is not what I need right now. I hurriedly text back a reply.

Me: Give me forty-eight hours and I’ll make sure it’s done. But the club is mine to deal with. That was our agreement.

I know I’m pushing him, but I can’t let him take away the satisfaction of destroying this club myself. This means I need to push my plan into high gear.

Dmitri answers back quickly.

Dmitri: You think to negotiate with me?

There’s no mistaking his anger.

Me: The club just announced they’ll be checking into some of the old places where the former President used to house his shit. One of them is where you are currently storing yours. They’ll be checking it out in the morning.

I wait impatiently for his answer. Surely that information is enough to buy me time, or at least not have him or his men kill me on sight. Finally, he answers.

Dmitri: I’ll take care of it. Forty-eight hours, and not a second more. And if you fail, you will fall right along with your club.

Me: Understood.

I know that’s the end of the conversation, so I give him the location of the building that they’ll be searching. Then I pull the SIM card, smash the phone, and add it to the growing pile I need to dispose of.

I look around my room and see a few items out of place, which tells me that the bitch and her dogs were in here. I grin. Nothing pleases me more than knowing I lead them on a wild goose chase. They’re no closer to finding me than before.

Still, I have to put my preparations into action, and that means making sure I have backup ready just in case things go south. I pull out another phone, slide in a different SIM card, and dial the number I memorized.

“You have information for me?” the heavily accented voice on the other end asks.

“I do,” I say quietly, with a slim smile.

“Tell me,” the voice orders.