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“Crazy fucker is the SAA for a reason.”
Rael was always a loose cannon. Never knew what he’d end up saying or doing. Had to admit it was entertaining. When push came to shove, he put the club ahead of himself, and that meant a lot to Grim and the rest of us.
“Speak of the devil,” a familiar voice called out, approaching us from the desert and nothing but miles of cactus, tumbleweed, and dangerous predators. “Although I don’t see that tricky fucker anywhere.”
Good point. Lucifer showed up where and when he felt like it. That was usually at the worst of circumstances just to watch you squirm—and he used that opportunity to strike a bargain or amend one. Crafty and sneaky sonofabitch.
“The fuck you want?” Ex asked, taking another hit from his blunt. “Not wasted enough to babysit your ass.”
“That’s just cold, old man.”
Ex flipped him off, not bothering to correct Rael’s words.
“Grim send you?” I asked, ticking my head in his direction. “Ain’t got shit to report.”
“Naw. Nylah is working third shift, and I’m fucking bored. Not even rosy palm and her five sisters are helping.”
Ex snickered, shaking his head. “Got all the pussy back at the Crossroads that I could ever want. Having an ol’ lady cuts out all the fun.”
“You say that now but wait until you find the right woman,” Rael teased, “You’re gonna be whipped so damn fast that you’ll beg for her legs to open and end your torment.”
We all laughed at that. Ex was the least likely to fall in love out of everyone except for me. He had plenty of reasons, too, but most of them had to do with trust and the chick that broke his heart. Fucking knew that shit well enough to leave him alone about it.
My hand tingled as I lifted it, a numbing sensation traveling along my palm and up my arm toward my shoulder. Hissing at the odd feeling, I clenched my fist and then wiggled my fingers, hoping to lose the pins and needles buzz left behind.
“Hey,” Ex blurted, staring at me with a funny look. “What gives?”
I didn’t answer since I didn’t know what to say. This had happened a few times recently, and I chose to ignore it, hoping it was just some fluke. That weird sensation had grown from just my hands to my fingertips right up to my shoulders. Not good.
“I’m good.”
He gave me a skeptical look but didn’t push it.
Rael pulled out his smokes and lit one, his lips curling into a sinister grin. “All three of us ain’t got nothin’ to do better on a Friday night than watch some social worker in a hotel room.”
“I’d rather be fucking Becca,” Ex observed, agreeing with Rael.
“Well, you can both shove off. I got this.”
Neither one made a move except to keep smoking.
“Who is she anyway?” Rael asked, watching my reaction closely.
“A social worker,” I deadpanned, not bothering to hide the growl in my tone.
“You know, you’re awful touchy about this woman. She suck your dick in the past or what?”
Blind rage took hold, and I had Rael pinned up against the side of the motel in less than a heartbeat. “You don’t fucking ask about her. You don’t talk about her. You don’t say shit. Don’t even fucking think about Tawni.”
A cunning and devious look entered his dark eyes. “She must have the tightest, wettest cunt in Nevada.”
Exorcist groaned as I gnashed my teeth, my Reaper coming to the surface so damn fast I didn’t have time to stop him. Rael’s Reaper laughed a low, dark chuckle that should have been a warning, but I didn’t give a shit. His head tilted back and then slammed forward into mine, crashing skull against skull. We barely felt the impact.
When in Reaper form, we were indestructible. And that was true for the whole club. There was a reason we took the Devil’s Ride and bargained with Lucifer. His contract was damn hard to turn down.
If you’re gonna bat, swing for the winning team.
I liked the odds when I played for Lucifer Morningstar. He was undefeated.
