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Johnathan doesn’t move. He isn’t scared of me pulling a gun on him, which itches at my brain.
The shower cuts off, and the moment it does, James’s has a gun pointed at me.
“You can’t kill him,” James says with a heavy sigh.
“He’ll side with Simon,” I explain and watch as Johnathan slowly lowers his hand to the gun on his hip.
I’ll allow him to draw, it’s only fair. My finger will be faster.
“Side with him on what?” Johnathan asks.
“She’s mine,” I say, and when I hear the bathroom door unlocking, I frown at him.
This is the last thing my angel needs to see or hear. She’s suffered enough.
“She is, and I’ll say the same thing to you that I would say to anyone.” James sighs and aims his gun at Johnathan. “You cursed me and that shit has traveled. No use in stopping it now.”
Raising his hands up in the air, Johnathan says with a laugh, “I ain’t saying shit, fuckers. One of us finds a wife or husband, it’s all good to me. We just need to find someone fucking normal just fucking once. That way one of us doesn’t have to get shot.”
Eden’s tread moves quickly from the bathroom into the bedroom, and I drop my aim to point at James’s dick. “He is right, you know. This is all your fault.”
“Fuck you both.” James holsters his gun and holds his hands out to me.
“What?” I ask as I holster my gun.
“Give me my fucking keys, asshole,” James says and makes a hand them over gesture. “Do you realize how much that fucking car seat in the back cost?”
“Ah…” I shrug. “I’ll give them back once we get to the office. I need that seat for Abel.”
* * *
Walkingthrough the garage with Eden’s hand in one hand and Able cradled in my other arm, his little fingers grabbing at my hair, I feel oddly domestic.
But my whole fucking body is dancing on nerves.
Amanda was thankfully sitting in front of Sonya’s house, watching out for any lurkers. And I think having her walking behind us has given Eden some peace of mind.
But Uriel, James, and Johnathan surrounding us has us both on edge.
Having Abel in one arm and Eden’s hand in my other is a calculated move. I could have used a carrier for Abel, but I don’t think it would frame the picture I want as easily. Also, if the shooting starts, a carrier is only going to get in the way.
Being escorted in like this worries me on multiple fronts, though.
The sniping bitch that shot me is still out there…
And Lucifer and Simon are demanding our presence, not requesting it.
I truly don’t want to break the pact I’ve made with all my brothers by having to start an internal war.
My brothers of the inner circle have all done the dance and sang the song. But at what price? My inner demons know that I won’t survive outside of the family, not for long.
I have Eden and Abel by my side, but I still have the voices that crave mayhem and destruction filling my soul when I become restless.
Must I choose between my world or hers?
Entering the elevator, we fill it up quickly. It’s too fucking cramped.
James must feel the same pressure that I do because he steps out, saying, “I’ll wait for the next one.”
