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Snatching it up, my lips smile deep and wide for the very first time in months.
I broke the poor girl’s halo.
* * *
Walking backinto the club through the emergency exit, I can tell the mood in my body has shifted so significantly that I have to force myself to remove the glee from my face.
Everything in me vibrates at such a high frequency, I have to try my fucking hardest to look serious when I see both Uriel and Nathaniel grumpily facing me.
I’m not sure I quite succeed with removing my emotions from my eyes, though.
“Next time you want to act like a Civil War surgeon, Jude,” Nathaniel grouches at me. “I’d prefer a heads up. This sack of shit could have bled out with such sloppy work.”
Grinning, I look down at the sallow-skinned fuck sweating so profusely I’m not sure where the piss begins and the sweat ends.
“Ah, my apologies, Doctor,” I say to Nathaniel.
He gives me the bird.
Uriel and Nathaniel have been around the block long enough with us to know what we’re doing here tonight. It’s a simple check things out, put the fear of the Devil in the employees, and ensure our presence is known.
But since I have the most seniority, I need to reinforce our role in Rodney’s life from now on.
I smirk at the recently cauterized stump. Nathaniel does good work.
“Never really was fond of the smell of burning flesh until I went to Kentucky. I seem to have lost any real ability to be bothered by it now,” I say then flick my index finger hard against the stump.
The wail that comes from behind the gag they shoved in Rodney’s mouth is almost as appealing as Eden’s musical voice.
Looking up at Uriel, I see a deep frown on his handsome face. “Did I say something wrong?”
Shaking his head at me, Uriel’s hand flashes out to land a blow across the back of Rodney’s poor skull. “Not you, this fuck got piss on my new shoes.”
I frown at Uriel’s shoes. Sure enough, they’re splattered with a liquid that’s not blood.
It’s a hazard of the job, I suppose. That’s why we all wear dark clothing. It hides the color of blood.
I chuckle. “Hardly noticeable, Uriel. Just make sure to change your socks and rinse your feet when you get home tonight.”
“I’m fucking burning them… Han is going to be pissed I’ve ruined his birthday gift to me. Or, well, this fucker did,” Uriel says before delivering another blow to the back of Rodney’s head.
Nathaniel smirks at Uriel. “I wouldn’t have worn my spouse’s gift to a job like this.”
“That’s because you aren’t married, asshole. You two bachelors don’t understand the eyes we get if we don’t wear and appreciate a gift,” Uriel says and reaches back to hit Rodney again but stops himself. “We almost done here?”
“Getting there,” I say.
He’s right, though, his husband Han is going to be highly pissed off. Those shoes are quite pricey.
Moving in front of Rodney, I slap his face a couple of times to get the fogginess out of his eyes.
“Do you have one of those smelling salts, Doc?” I ask.
Nodding his head, Nathaniel reaches into a black leather bag placed on the desk. Then he moves up beside me and snaps a little capsule under Rodney’s nose.
Head swiveling around to take us all in, Rodney whimpers quietly.
Even after snapping my fingers in his face, he refuses to look me in the eye. If I was a spineless little worm on a hook like he is, I wouldn’t blame him for being scared.
