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Lucifer likes to do that. He likes to judge the men around him, weighing their worth and merit. Most he finds lacking in one way or another. Only those he finds special ever make it to the inner circle.
“On his own head then,” Simon says. “Uriel, Nathaniel, and Jude, head to the club. We need to see their official and unofficial books. I also want a complete rundown of the employees and all their information.”
“Are we looking for anything specific?” I ask.
“No. Since this is a new acquisition, we’re just looking to make sure that their values align with our own,” Simon answers.
“Yeah, no more handies from chicks with green scabby shit on their lips,” James snickers and elbows Gabriel.
Gabriel smacks him back. “Shut the fuck up, James.”
Looking at Nathaniel, James asks, “Want me to help set your phone up for you?”
“No thanks, I’ve already been warned about you setting things up,” Nathaniel says bluntly before turning to me. “Before we leave, I’d like to see you in my office.”
Now I let my sigh out. “Very well.”
* * *
The money Luciferis willing to spend to ensure we’re all equipped and taken care of still surprises me. Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it does.
When I was out in the wild, I was constantly receiving stipends, gear, or supplies, depending on my needs. I never went without, almost as if Lucifer and Simon were adoring parents.
All of us in the inner circle are treated like spoiled brats when it comes to our toys. So it should be no surprise that our dear Doctor Nathaniel is treated the same.
His ‘office’ is actually more of an exam room with a trauma center attached to it.
“It’s fine,” I say to him as I take off my undershirt. “There’s no need for the continued monitoring. It’s been almost six months.”
“I understand that, but I like to keep track of things. You still had tightness in the area three months ago, and I want to make sure the scarring in the muscles and tissue has eased up,” Nathaniel says as his cool fingers begin to probe the healed but scarred flesh. “You were remarkably lucky with this wound. It could have gone through a bone, and you would have been forced to learn how to be ambidextrous.”
“I am to an extent,” I say with a smirk.
At least I am with shooting and knifework.
“Let’s see your range of motion,” Nathaniel says.
Over the next twenty minutes he runs me and my arm through a series of tests. If this was a true doctor, patient exam, I’d think he was just bilking the insurance company by how thorough he is. But that isn’t his style. He does it to keep all of us in perfect shape.
It’s strange to see a man taking care of my health with a Glock just like mine holstered on his hip. He’s a strange mix of a person. He’s used a gun before, there’s no doubt about that, but where?
Those are answers he’s only shared with Simon and Lucifer, I’m assuming. I’ll eventually be told, but I figure we all deserve our secrets.
They don’t ask me about my tattoos and I don’t ask James about his absurd Casper the Friendly Ghost comic book collection.
I wonder if I could somehow talk Lucifer into hiring a full-time tattoo artist. I truly feel the need for some ink therapy right now.
“Don’t forget to pack a silencer for the gun,” I say to Nathaniel.
One of his eyebrows lifts in question. “Do you think it’s going to be needed?”
I stand up from the exam table.“No? But better to be prepared.”
4
Eden
“I’ll take a piece of that ass.”
