Hell Breaks Loose: A Devil's Rock Novel by Sophie Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

mesmerized by the girl in the
     tiny sailor suit, her juicy, gartered thighs on display, all that creamy skin as tempting as a ripe peach in the summer, begging
     for the bite of his teeth. She shifted again, the mattress squeaking slightly. “You should try to sleep,” he said, his voice
     coming out much too thick.
    “What’s going to happen to me?”
    “I’ll try to get you out of this.”
    “You said you would keep me safe,” she accused.
    He sighed and dropped his arm over his forehead, cutting off his vision, reducing his world to darkness. Yeah, he’d made that
     promise. Stupid. It was a promise he had no right to make. Sullivan was behind this, and he knew firsthand the power that
     SOB wielded. Not to mention he wanted his pound of flesh and intended to take it out of Grace Reeves. Sullivan was a sociopath.
     He wouldn’t back down. “You’re in a fine mess here, Grace Reeves.”
    “So you lied to me?” She scooted another half inch away, as if repelled by the possibility.
    “I’ll do my best, but I don’t have any pull here. I’m not really one of them. Not anymore . . .”
    “What does that even mean? You’re here with them.”
    She would look at it that way. After all, the others had trusted him enough to let him “have” her. He’d told her that himself.
     Distrust crept back into the set of her shoulders. She thought he was lying. Or just blowing smoke. Either way, it was probably
     good for her overall chances of survival. As long as she was afraid of him, she wouldn’t drop her guard.
    He lifted his arm from his forehead as she rolled onto her back and turned her face toward him. “Can you help me?” she asked,
     her voice stronger, imploring him. “Can you get me out of here? Maybe when they all fall asleep we can sneak out?”
    Of course she would ask him that. She wasn’t stupid. He’d promised to keep her safe. But if he did that for her, his credibility
     would be shot to shit with these guys. He’d never get close enough to Sullivan then, and doing that—getting to the bastard,
     making him pay—was the only thing driving him. It was the only thing that mattered.
    Her voice softened into something that reminded him of the whipped cream his grandmother used to dollop on top of pie. It
     was one of those rare sweet memories. “I . . . I can make it worth your while.”
    “That so?”
    “Yes. Get me out of here, and I’ll see that you’re rewarded.”
    His mind took a dive into the gutter, imagining a reward he was positive she hadn’t intended when she made the offer. No,
     she was probably thinking money or a pass from prosecution. She didn’t know that he was serving a life sentence. There was
     no pass from that.
    “Get some sleep,” he said gruffly.
    It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wanted him to guarantee her freedom. He felt her rattled sigh as much as he heard it.
     He’d disappointed her, and that made something twist inside him. He hated that she was here. He hated that she was afraid
     and that he couldn’t help her.
    But that was just the way it had to be.
    He settled his weight into the bed and closed his eyes. He would think better after a night’s sleep. Maybe then he could wade
     through the complicated web of saving her while simultaneously bringing down Sullivan. Moments ticked by. He was exhausted,
     but he couldn’t sleep. For eleven years he had slept alone, and now there was a woman next to him in a bed. A warm-bodied
     woman with curves and breasts that would overflow in his hands. A groan built up in his chest. This was going to be a very
     long night.
    Suddenly, the door burst open and light flooded the room. Christ . He jackhammered upright, yanking her partially beneath him and glaring at the unwanted arrivals. He was half expecting it.
     It was the reason, after all, that he’d told her to strip off her clothes. But it didn’t curtail the rage flooding his veins.
    His brother entered, bearing a plate of steaming food.