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“Don’t you dare peek you pervert,” I hissed, grabbing for his beefy arm.
He brushed me off as if I were an annoying fly. “Addy I’ve seen, Butch, fuc…” Catching himself, he shook his head and laughed. “You’re right. I shouldn’t watch.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I stepped into his personal space. “I really want you to finish that first sentence.”
If Butcher was messing around on Nyx, I would decapitate his balls one at a time, fry them up in a skillet, and then shove them down his freaking throat.
She had blinders on when it came to him.
I didn’t.
I’d heard crazy stories about Uncle Cobra when he was younger, and it seemed the twins were following right in his footsteps.
Both hid all their inner problems in the form of vices, Cameron in an entirely different fashion. He was also a sweetheart whereas Butcher had a plethora of attitude issues.
Luce peered down at me, smiling, completely unfazed by my temper flaring.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a lot like mom, all unnecessarily hostile and violent?”
“Psh, way to change the subject.” I moved back and crossed my arms.
He mimicked my move, cocking his head to the side.
“Knock it off,” I huffed irritably.
I hated when he did that.
Lucifuge looked so much like our father it was borderline disturbing. They had the same hairstyle—faded on the sides and long on top—inked, solid build, and tall.
Mom said he acted like him too, which was even more disturbing because all the girls his age had begun to take notice. I could go my entire life not hearing about my brother’s wild sexcapades and be just fine.
We stopped talking, sharing a knowing look when harsh whispers drifted from inside the warehouse.
Three minutes later there was a faint squeak, and then the steel door slid open, its track making a soft whirring noise. Butcher stepped out, shirt tossed over his shoulder, and still adjusting his pants, face set in a hard line. It softened, splitting into a smile the second he glanced up and saw Luce.
“You done for the night?” he asked my brother, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Yep. Are you?”
“I finished.” He grinned, and they did that guy handshake thing.
“You two are disgusting,” I snapped, fully aware what they were discussing.
“It’s part of life, Addy. Sadly a part you won’t ever be allowed to experience. Poor, princess,” Butcher sighed, patting my shoulder with his sweaty hand as they walked by.
I glared at their backs until they disappeared around a bend in the path, disk lights guiding their way.
“You know that’s not true, right?” Nyx said, finally appearing in the doorway.
“I don’t care about any of that.”
It was a partial lie; I did want that, one day.
I was twenty-two years old and hadn’t been remotely serious about anyone.
Well, there was one guy. An up and coming acolyte I’d been crushing on, but he threw up when my Dad asked to speak with him. That ended whatever could have been between us real quick.
He not so mysteriously came up missing shortly after. I hadn’t attempted anything since. If a man cowered in front of Daddy and couldn’t handle my brand of crazy, then he wasn’t for me. I wouldn’t change to placate anyone, and my family was not replaceable, so he had to be prepared to handle everything that came with it.
