Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Chapter 43

Devaro... Present...

Somehow Emma and I work out a schedule for her to train with some of my best men in the crew. We even had them come up and meet her and it was amusing to see them immediately soften when they met her. It

was as if she was their queen and they were ready to lay their swords to

her every whim.

Truthfully I don't blame them. She has a way about her that turns even one of the cities infamous crime lords soft. You can not imagine how silly it is to see these rough and rugged men surrounding her and laughing and smiling with her. Seriously how does she do that?)

T hate the way I can't help but smile as I watch them interact. I don't understand all the strange things going through my head. I mean she is beautiful and so young but she has this way of seeming old and wise. Like her past has built her into this old soul that speaks to each person that is in her presence.

It hurts how easy I have seemed to fall under the same spell, even though in our first meeting I pretty much threatened her. I admit she has plagued my thoughts a few times since then, to the displeasure of my son. The thing some don't know is that his mom and I had him when we were barely 16. So even though he is an adult now I haven't even turned thirty-five yet.

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though in my dark period I slept with a good amount of women, I hadn't felt that spark. They were there to fill an itch but I just couldn't connect with them. So why is this girl driving me crazy? She shouldn't be anywhere near my thoughts but like I said she has a way of drawing people to her.

"So Miss Emma which one of us devils would you like to train with you first?" Anthony, one of our sharpshooters asks her.

She smiles and glances at each of the four guys I recruited for her training.

"Well, I am weirdly excited to learn how to shoot so what do you say, Tony?" No one calls that cold bastard Tony and yet he lights up when she says it.

As I said, it's crazy weird.

I watched for a good hour as my men swooned over this tiny girl before the door to my office bursts open. In comes the four hot heads who claim said girl as theirs. (7

toward me but the others stop long enough to see the four scariest men in our

happily standing and walking towards them excitedly and wrapping her arms around Logan first and he holds her to him tightly while eyeing my men. The

totally oblivious to the growing tension in

have Emma brought her without telling us? We were going crazy trying to find her. It wasn't until we called her about

of a jerk to

life has been threatened just for being my son. I also keep this rift between us because sometimes it kills me to see how much of his mother he

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on?" Leo asks stepping

tell me who had been gunning for us. A fact you four have failed to do so

instinctively shutting my mouth. How does she do that? I am Devaro Ramano and somehow this girl

down okay Ash. Let's talk, yeah?" After a few words, Asher looks down at

me. When he calms down enough he sits

what's going on? What was the terrible four doing here?" Logan asks

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boys what we agreed to?" I shoot her

between us in confusion. I try to remove the amused look in

not to react to Emma. She is just too entertaining and we seem to click

the

who has been going after the Angels is Zane

speak. "Ok, if that's true then what do you need with Emma?"

I share a look and somehow we have a quiet

which she says to let her

find out everything I can about his plans and the inner workings of his

and had heard her plan, I'm hit with a sinking feeling of worry in my stomach. I realize I don't feel right sending her in, but I already made the deal and I

Protesting against Emma's plan, and my eyes meet hers. The look in her eyes makes me feel things that I have no right feeling.

it's getting harder to

it with her arms crossed, and waits. I swallow back the strange pride I feel that she moved closer to me. Why am I so worked up over