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Hellhound, things would be different.
    One thing was for sure, he was cute. Okay, he was sexy as hell—the type of man a woman wouldn’t hesitate for a second to jump bones with. He met all the requirements of that tall, dark, and handsome stranger cliché, and so much more. But he was a dead man walking, an agent for the Pit, and those facts alone took away all of his brownie points as an eligible bachelor. Maddie had hoped to have a normal life, and perhaps a family in the future. And being Jean-Luc’s plaything didn’t offer her any of those possibilities. And if Jean-Luc turned out to be as wicked as Aunt Liv’s djinn…
    No. She couldn’t make a pact with him.
    God forbid…
    The doorbell rang.
    Maddie jumped from her seat and padded across the living room. It must be her mom and her stepfather. If this went well, she might not need to ask Jean-Luc help.
    She hoped.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Any problem with your last gig?” Paolo Basso, his boss, drew a long puff from his cigar and exhaled luxuriously.
    Jean-Luc wrinkled his nose, trying to avoid the cloud of smoke, but the nauseating stench found its way to his nostrils. Basso seemed to be fond of a certain cheap cigar he used to smoke when he’d been human. His boss had been a capo for a mob family that had ruled the Bronx in the forties, until he’d got capped, execution style, while consorting with his mistress. After his death, Basso made a deal with a head honcho of the Pit, who’d turned him into a Hellhound. At the rate Hell was filling up, the Management was starting to find there was a lack of resources and manpower in order to keep ruling.
    Jean-Luc himself had been Pit resident, once. He’d been sent to Hell after he was sentenced to death for exacting his revenge on the man who had raped and murdered his wife. After his death, he’d managed to find that bastard in the Pit. And did he make that man wish he’d never been born. His plight had generated attention from the Upper Management and one thing led to another and he was contracted as a Hellhound.
    It had happened almost a century ago. When the roads hadn’t been filled with cars and their lung-suffocating fumes, and women’s skirts hadn’t been so short.
    Jean-Luc moved slightly in his chair to avoid the constant smoke his boss puffed out. He had abhorred smoking when he was alive and he still abhorred it now. Sometimes he wondered if his aversion to smoking was caused by his hatred of his wife’s killer. Elliot Perrault, the rapist and murderer, had been a heavy smoker. Elliot also happened to be his first cousin and his business partner.
    “Sieg pulled out the usual stunt, but there was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Jean-Luc grabbed his drink and slowly downed it until it was empty. The whisky burnt his mouth and throat. Just the way he liked it. Maison Plaisir’s own vintage brew. Sharp. Strong like rocket fuel. One might shit fire afterwards.
    Basso tapped the end of his cigar and drew another long puff. “It’s not Sieg I’m worried about.”
    Jean-Luc arched an eyebrow, inquiring.
    “It’s Sieg’s patron. I’m sure you know who she was.”
    Jean-Luc snorted. He was more than aware. Siegfried Chacon, his last hunt, had been a gigolo in his mortal life. From his reputation, he appeared to be one of the rare few who knew how to use his cock. Siegfried went to Hell because he schemed to have his far older wife murdered for her inheritance. In the Pit, his legendary skill had attracted the attention of Lilith, the demoness who had self-proclaimed herself as the queen of Hell. Lilith had taken Sieg as her consort. The bastard should’ve been content. But no, Siegfried decided to sneak out of the Pit and run off.
    Balam, the Duke of Hell, wasn’t happy with it and had assigned Jean-Luc to retrieve Siegfried. Jean-Luc had hauled the gigolo’s ass back into the Pit’s holding facility after three weeks’ pursuit. He’d heard Balam wanted to stick Siegfried into the dreg as his