FariaBy the time we reached the Devil’s Wings Compound, I knew I had made a mistake. Why the hell did I show him my skills? I thought. No regular w***e— even the toughest of ones—does martial arts. f**k. If he wasn’t suspicious before he is going to be now.
And yet, I was torn. Part of me wanted to end this terrible charade, and yet the rest of me knew that this was the best way to keep me, my aunt, and even the Devil’s Wings safe. As for Honisha … well, she was what I thought of as jumping out of the pot and into the fire. Yes, she had (at least for now) escaped whoring, but at what cost? The Devil’s Wings, and therefore probably the Minghelli family, thought she was me. What sort of danger did that put her in?
But I couldn’t worry too much about Honisha right then. She had picked her f
