Free The Billionaire's Demon by Eliza Gayle Page A

quick glance at the clock. Five minutes to midnight. Where had the time gone?
    “You're too late Harold. I can't fill my quota.” Somehow, that fact didn't comfort her when he caught her with his gaze, and she felt his power wrapping around her. Tight, powerful bands biting into her flesh. Her back teeth clenched while she fought with the full force of her will, to no avail. She'd been down this road before, and no amount of struggle would set her free.
    “Quotas don't matter anymore little one. We're beyond that now.” He walked forward, keeping his power focused on her. “What does matter; however, is that you belong to me and I'm the one that decides your fate. Not that half-breed over there.” He snarled, nodding his head to Drake.
    A roaring blast of heat pushed at her and Harold from Drake's direction, but she was powerless to look. Harold's demons shielded him, protecting him from the heat and whatever other strike Drake might have been considering.
    “Randy!” Drake yelled, his voice contorted with anger.
    Behind Harold, Drake's Chaos Demon shimmered into view, two other lesser demon guards at his side.
    When Harold motioned to his guards, an adrenalin-laced shot of fear rushed through her, giving her just enough control back to scream. “Harold, wait! What do you want from me?”
    “I told you if you didn't complete your job there would be hell to pay, and I'm here to collect. You're going with me.”
    That familiar pull of power propelled her forward, closer to her boss one step at a time. Why couldn't she fight it?
    She whimpered when a meaty hand wrapped around her throat.
    “She's not going anywhere with you dickhead.”
    Momentarily caught off guard, Harold turned to Drake, lessening his hold over her. The vise of his grip loosened, and she sagged to the floor.
    “You have no say-so in demon matters Drake, and you damn well know it, so stop butting in where no one gives a damn about what you have to say.” The satisfied smirk across Harold's face made her want to puke. She had no idea who was the more powerful of the two, but she suspected the outcome of a power struggle would be ugly for everyone involved.
    “Your arrogance astounds me, asshole. You know you've lost and yet you still can't slink away without causing trouble.” Drake stalked toward Harold, his guards sticking close. “You messed up with this one.” He motioned to Melody. “Some people can't be made bad no matter how hard you try.”
    Harold leaned forward, putting his face right up to Drake's nose. “Don't be so sure about that. She may have had a hard time with the soul collecting, but she took to the fucking like it was nobody's business. But I guess you've already found that out firsthand. And I've heard she's quite the fuck.”
    Her jaw dropped open. When she finally came to her senses and thought to say something, she was too late. Drake pulled his arm back and planted his fist into Harold's face, the bone of his nose crunching under the force. Before she could haul herself from the floor, demons swarmed the room. Demons and arms and legs were flying in a flurry of male posturing to prove who knows what.
    “Enough!” Hands placed on her hips, she yelled at the top of her lungs. The deafening sound bounced around the room, catching everyone's attention long enough for her to get in a word.
    “If I'm going to die in the next few minutes, the last thing I want to see is a bunch of idiots fighting over hell knows what.”
    “Die? What are you talking about?” Harold looked genuinely confused.
    “The three-month rule you idiot. Did you think no one knew? Or would be watching? I've been waiting a very long time for this. I never expected you'd make it so easy by making a bargain your butt couldn't cash,” Drake exclaimed.
    “That bargain doesn't mean shit. No one will bother to cash it in. Without me, things would be chaos. Even more so now.” The angry words vibrated the air around them as he paced. “I do, however,