Page 36 of The Devil's Revelation
SEVENTEEN
DMITRI
I don’t believe in coincidences.
“Sir,” one of the men in the front seat says calmly, pulling me out of my angry thoughts at the encrypted text I received from one of our informants. “I believe that’s the girl you were wondering about.”
I look up and over, stopping when I see Izzy Mills walking away from the ice cream shop. I narrow my eyes when I look around, stopping when I see three men from the Devil’s Soldiers standing in a huddle outside the door. Coincidence? I’m not a fan of believing in them. “Slow down enough to get images of who they are and I want a report back in an hour,” I bark at my men.
Neither say a word as they do as ordered. I turn my head to see Izzy walking, never once looking behind her. I could ignore this, but I’m no fool.
I grab a burner phone from the stash under my seat and send a message to the one person who will be able to tell me if I need to start planning a hit.
Me: Who is Isabelle Mills to your club?
