Warped (Dueling Devils Book 4) Read Online Free

Shit, he saw me staring.
    “Sorry,
I know I hate it when people stare. I’m just not used to having someone else…”
She gestured to her face while trailing off.
    “Oh,
you mean having a twin?” He smirked. “Trust me, I have plenty of experience
with that and it’s not always all it’s cracked up to be.”
    She
snickered and glanced down feeling stunned by the way he’d slipped behind her
walls. Humor wasn’t something she’d experienced in—too long to remember.
    “I’ll
be in the back if you need anything.”
    “Thanks,
Monster.”
    “Mm
hmm.” He moved to the back silently. He walked with such grace.
    One
wouldn’t expect that from someone his size, but she got it. When you looked
like they did, you learned to be unseen. You spoke softly, walked lightly, and
became an expert at blending in. It made things easier. It saved people the
trouble of pretending not to see you. She watched him disappear down the hall
and into the bay. She returned to her work, transferring the schedule on paper
to the computer program.
    An
hour later, the rest of the men began to shuffle inside.
    Silence
and bleary eyes told her it’d been a long night of partying, which seemed to be
par for the course with these men.
    She
pulled up the list of vendors. Today, their laundry guy was due to trade out
clean towels for dirty ones. A mechanic gig got dirty fast, all that grease,
oil, and sweat. Demon, the M.C. President set them up well. They didn’t even
have to clean their jumpsuits.
    She
pushed to her feet and walked out of her office to the bay. The sound of nuts
and bolts turning, tools clanking, and the radio on low greeted her along with
the smell of oil and male musk. It wasn’t an unpleasant mixture of scents.
    A
far cry from the expensive perfumes and body oils her mistress kept her doused
with. Thoughts of her time spent in the modern day whorehouse always came back
to haunt her. For so long, it was all she knew. In a place where children fell
victim to hunger and, sexual exploitation, selling her body kept her from
starving. It’d damn near been an honor to be chosen by Mylandra to join her
upscale harem. “Laundry time, boys. If there’s anything else you need to put
in, you’ll have to do it now. Truck will be here within the hour.” She pushed
the bin inside and leaned against the wall. It was the most she’d spoken to
them voluntarily.
    “You
heard her. Get the lead out,” Pan said, flashing her a wink.
    She
rolled her eyes. He was a charmer. She’d known men like him her entire life. He
used his charisma and good looks to get him what he wanted. He arched a brow at
her.
    Symone
fought down the urge to snarl. Men like him were never used to being brushed
off or told no.
    A
flurry of activity ensued as they scrambled to gather their soiled jumpsuits
and towels.
     Seeing
the massive bearded, tattooed men scramble amused her. She noticed Monster
didn’t move. It seemed preparedness was part of his persona.
    “You
don’t like me much do you?”
    She
looked up at Pan and shrugged. “I don’t know you to like or dislike you.”
    “No,
but I can tell. It’s like a wall of ice comes up.”
    “What?
Are your feelings hurt because my panties didn’t hit the floor the minute you
came over and talked to me?”
    “Funny,
I thought you might be shy. You don’t mince your words, do you?” Pan noted with
a wince.
    “Don’t
see a reason to,” she whispered, forcing herself to speak up. My days of
silence are over.
    “Tough
girl. I should’ve known. That’s how all of Chase’s friends are. Maybe you’re
one of her special friends.” Pan used air quotes.
    The
statement was enlightening. Her eyes widened.
    “Oh,
you didn’t know? Careful, she might try to recruit you.”
    “Who
says I need to be converted? Maybe we’re already on the same wavelength.”
    “Your
mysterious front is very intriguing.”
    “Wasn’t
trying to be.”
    “I
know, that’s the best part,” Pan teased.
    She
shook her