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Pausing outside the door to the room where the priest was tied up, I pulled a flask from my pocket and took a long swig of whiskey, listening to the deacon’s screams. Technically, I hadn’t broken my deal. I had allowed him to livefor now. I never specified how long.
I headed to meet Brando, who looked like he was gagging for more action. On the other hand, the priest was out cold in the chair.
My brother looked at me. “To give him credit, he withstood your questioning impressively well. The last guy you worked on spilled his guts, figuratively at first, within minutes.”
“Enduring pain is not something that needs to be rewarded. I only consider it a challenge to push my creativity to its limits.” I tucked the flask away again, adjusting the grip of the brass knuckles before stepping toward the man.
“That was creativity?”
“That was art.” I shot Brando a look, who surveyed the priest like he wasn’t entirely sure he agreed with my assessment.
He loved violence and blood. The messier, the better. I came off as different from the others. My torture wasn’t chaotic but calculated, seemingly out of place amongst my siblings, who enjoyed their freedom a bit too much.
On the other hand, I was enjoying a time for once when the pressure wasn’t just on me, Lucifer, to fulfill Father’s wishes. I had a chance to step back and enjoy my vessel, allowing my brothers to do the hard work. With that in mind, I suddenly had a very devilish thought.
“Father, wake.” I snapped my fingers, forcing the man’s eyes to fly open as he stuttered. “I’ve learned you have a secret love child attending the university. Is that true? Shall we bring her in and see if that loosens your tongue?”
“I know not of what you speak, demon spawn.”
“Ah, we’ll see. Maybe you’ll speak when your creation is on her knees with my cock buried down her throat. At the very least, one of you will be praising God. Probably not for the reasons you approve of, though.”
EVE
The bass throbbedthrough my body as I moved between the bodies, holding onto my cup like a crutch. I couldn’t find my friends. I came with five other girls from my residence, but could I find a single one of them?
Nope.
“Hey, gorgeous. Wanna dance?”
His hands slid along my body, grabbing places I didn’t want him to as he pulled me closer to him. I wanted to shake like a dog to remove his hands, but I was frozen. I didn’t want to play the victim, but the alcohol slowed my reactions. I needed to say something or do something. Any option was acceptable.
“Stop.” I pushed against his chest firmly, stumbling away and knocking into a few other people who loudly protested their sloshed drinks.Ugh, my head was pounding.We shouldn’t have pre-gamed before coming out. Sharing a bottle was always cheaper than the club, and these days, drinking helped me cope with the sad reality of my life.
I let my eyes roam the room one more time looking for anyone I recognized. I opened the small magnetic clasp on my crossbody and pulled out my phone. It took me a few seconds longer than usual to get my messages pulled up and hit the call button on Duke’s contact info.
I stumbled further through the club until I found the steps and dragged myself up them, pressing against the wall when more people filtered down them into the party room.
The phone connected, but no one spoke. “Hello?” I pressed it to my ear, reaching the top floor before a bouncer pointed at the drink.
“You can’t take that outside.”
“Sorry!” I shouted over the din before bending and setting it on the ground thoughtlessly. It didn’t occur to me that was a bad choice until I saw the bouncer’s expression as I stumbled outside.
The fresh air was a balm as I inhaled a deep lungful, tilting my head back as I closed my eyes. “Duke, are you there? I’m going back to the rez now. Call me later.” Dropping the phone from my ear, I opened my eyes long enough to hang up. I should request an Uber, but maybe I could walk back and sober up.
“Move.”
Someone shouldered into me as they barreled down the sidewalk. I stumbled to the side, pressing my back to the wall. Definitely getting an Uber. I looked at my phone and opened the app, beginning to make my request.
“You can’t stand here, hun. You need to move further down or cross the street.”
I turned away from my phone and looked at the bouncer, different from the one where I’d left my drink. “Of course, sorry.”
I tucked my phone into my purse and looked both ways before quickly shuffling across the street, where it was far less crowded with partying college students.
I wanted to get back to the dorms, get out of this ridiculously tight dress and put on sweatpants before binge-watching something until I passed out. I’d spent most of my life under a strict set of rules, so being here and being able to do whatever I wanted, including going to sketchy clubs with my new “friends” that looked the other way at obvious fake IDs and let in minors.
The idea of using a fake ID turned my stomach, but my roommate insisted she knew a guy who did “amazing work.” Having seen the final product, “amazing” wasn’t the adjective I’d use.
