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Bash, calm the fuck down, she’s going to catch your movement from the corner of her eye. Sit still.Desmond admonished him.
What if she recognizes me and realizes I’m the man from her dreams? What if she doesn’t come with us? What if she doesn’t like me?Bash whined.
Mal sighed and rolled his eyes. Bash’s insecurity wasn’t doing it for me, either. He needed to nut up real fast, because we couldn’t afford to have him make errors.
You mean what if she realizes what a scared little bitch you are and comes to her senses? She’s liked you so far in her dreams. You claimed her for Lucifer’s sake, that cemented a sexy bond between you two. I’m sure real life will be fine… If she doesn’t like you, she has me. Everyonelovesme.I raised an eyebrow at him and blew him a kiss.
Oh, she’d have me alright. Maybe she’d have all of us, except Mal. I already knew they’d hate each other, and I was praying her tongue was as savage as she was beautiful so she could put him in his place.
Fuck off, she’s mine, and she’s marked. Get your own.Bash’s eyes went black. That parlor trick did not work on me, though.
Hmmm, no. Learn to share, or else I’m going to find a way to take her from you. All for one and one for all, D’Artagnan.
If we don’t extract her, no one can have her. And remember, once she’s home, our priority isn’t fucking her. It’s training her.Desmond growled.
They sat there, eating pasta and drinking wine for over an hour and a half. I’d give our girl credit, she ordered lobster ravioli in a blush sauce.Zeus’ shorts, that’s my favorite pasta too.We all fell into a comfortable silence. My mind wandered, and I started thinking of how much fun I had stalking her today. Almost like in the good old days when I had morphed into a boar to stalk and hunt down Adonis. I gored that little fuck to death. Maybe once she settled into the house, she’d let me play-hunt her. She could be my doe-eyed Little Red Riding Hood, and I’d be the Big Bad Wolf who ate her until she screamed. I’d huff and puff on her clit until she blew my dick down.
Stalk-hunting her was so much fun, in fact, that I came up with a little song to celebrate the occasion, my own 80s rock style ode to my new favorite activity:
What do you do, when you're about to snatch your Boo?
Don’t wanna fuck it up, ya gotta pull through!
After tonight, she’ll be stuck to us like gluuuuuuue
When you are in doubt, stalk it out
We’re crouching in the bushies, staring at her tushie
Bash is being mean; bro calm down and jack your peen!
“Shut the FUCK up Ares, for Satan’s sake! We’re not even in the bushes!” Mal yelled aloud.
“Even the great bards took creative liberty sometimes, you know. It’s hard to rhyme alley with something about her ass. Nothing anyone could say would accurately describe such a voluptuous behind.Gods.” It was true. That children’s cartoon movie with the muses told the story of that Greek hero more accurately than the bards who were actually alive at the time. They always tried to make everything sound so dire. Not everything back then was life and death.
Mal opened his mouth, no doubt to say something nasty, but no sound came out of his moving lips. I wanted to laugh, but I was also muted. Desmond glared at us. It was funny when he silenced people with his magic, but not when he did it to me.
FOCUS. This is literally life or death. We need to keep an eye on her movement and do this right. We only get one chance.Desmond was right.
If she knew we were after her, she could go into hiding. That would make finding her again harder, but not the good kind of harder.
They finally left the restaurant, spilling onto the crowded street like a bag of marbles, going every which way. I was worried she was going to walk right into traffic. It was dark out, and Diana was not watching her surroundings. For now, that worked for us just fine, but eventually we’d have to have a discussion with her about safety.
They walked a few blocks over to The Cellar, a nightclub that was–you guessed it–underground. I’d never been there, but the layout couldn’t be that complicated. This would be a quick in-and-out. A ground and pound, if you will. Then we would doctor it up to look like a massive accident, and ba-da-BOOM. Easy.
Desmond used his empathy to persuade the bouncer to let us in through the back. He gave the guy a sad sob story about how he knew his girlfriend was in there with another man, and he needed to see it for himself. Combined with the pity he pumped through the guy, we were in. Even though I was a god—one of the most powerful supernatural beings—emotional manipulation, or empathy as some called it, was one power I did not have. The ability to read people’s emotions and change them was fascinating.
We honed in on Diana right away. She was at the bar talking to some smarmy looking douche-knuckle in a slim fit three-piece suit and a fucking fedora. Seriously? I turned around to point it out to Bash so he could get a good laugh out of it, but he was already striding over to her. I followed behind him, preparing myself mentally for the shitshow that was about to explode.Wish I brought my wooden spoon. I loved to stir the pot and always got a front row seat to the drama, but I also wanted to make sure he didn’t ruin this for us. Incubi could get bent out of shape when someone sniffed around their source.
As we got closer, we realized that she did not want to entertain Fedora-Fucker. Her scrunched face, short answers, and lack of eye contact with him weren’t enough of a hint apparently.
“Diana, is he bothering you?” Bash's baritone voice and posh British accent could melt panties, or in my case boxer-briefs.
Diana’s eyes widened and her jaw hit the floor. Her knees gave out, and she had to hold onto the bar to keep herself steady. Bash moved in to help her, but she backed away a few steps.“Sebastian?”
Iwent out tonight to blow off some steam. To forget that the two women I loved more than anyone in the entire world–my own family–were liars who betrayed and manipulated me my entire life. I wanted to completely avoid my new reality of being a witch. My plan was to eat pasta with tons of cheese, be my best winosaurus-rex self, and dance the night away in killer heels until Charlie had to drag my ass back to his place. Piecing together the remains of a life I worked years for was tomorrow me’s problem. Idid notexpect to see Sebastian in real life. What. The. Fuckity-fuck.How is this happening?!He stood there in front of me, in the flesh, outside of my dreams.For fuck’s sake, the dreams.Some of the things we did in those dreams… Did he have the same dreams? He must have if he recognized me and knew my name.
My eyes made a slow perusal from the top of his slicked back hair, past his impeccable designer suit, to his wing-tipped dress shoes. Mobster chic.He could bang bang shoot me up any day of the week, then stuff my cannoli.He had been handsome in my dreams, but in real life he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had sun-kissed skin, as if he’d spent the day on the beach. Brown, almost black hair and matching stubble that was neatly groomed added to his kingpin vibe. His tall, sleek frame wasn’t over the top muscular, but he seemed cut, if the way he filled his suit out was any indication. I wasn’t a short woman at 5’ 9”, and he towered over me. His midnight blue eyes focused on my face, showing me a soft side that was so at odds with his presence. My legs shook, barely holding me upright. He tried to move closer to help me, but I took a couple of steps back.
