Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Bending over, I pull my slacks up my legs then tuck myself into my pants.
Quietly, I say, “She’s mine. She’s already carrying my child.”
James backs up to the wall and leans against it, mumbling loudly, “Somehow, I just know I’m going to be blamed for this.”
I can hear the shower start in the bathroom, and at least know my wife is doing as I said. Right now, we’re going to have enough problems with the family. I don’t need her ignoring what’s best for us in the long run.
Johnathan laughs loudly over the shower, looking from me to James. “Least it’s not me this time.”
“Nah, you’re the golden boy now that you and Simon are BFF’s,” James grunts out.
Shrugging, Johnathan says, “Sometimes it’s good to know people in high places.”
A loud shrilling ring comes from James’s suit, and I can just feel the menace of that ringtone from where I stand.
Pulling the phone from his pocket, James smirks at me before he pushes accept and hits the speakerphone button.
“We’re here with Jude,” James says and tosses the phone onto the kitchen island counter.
“Finally,” Simon snaps. “Can someone tell me what exactly the fuck is going on?”
“Whoever my wife was working for sent hitmen to kill me,” I say. “They weren’t much to deal with. I suspect they either thought I was an easy target when I was alone or it was a diversion… I don’t know.”
Lucifer comes into the conference call. “You mean the woman from club?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Simon says. “Can we stop collecting headaches? It seems like every single damn season we find a new flavor of the month that is bound to cause us strife.”
There’s a long silence as everyone tries to process exactly what Simon just said.
“I blame James,” I say with a smile to Johnathan.
“I concur,” Johnathan says.
“Fuck you both,” James’s says, throwing his hands up in the air.
There’s a laugh from Lucifer over the line before he quickly says, “Come to the office, we need to talk.”
“We’re leaving here shortly,” I say as I look around for any clothes of mine. There’s nothing, though. “After we get cleaned up at home, we’ll come into the office.”
“No,” Lucifer says, and I can hear there’s no arguing with him. “You’ll all come in now.”
The phone goes silent.
They’ve hung up, meaning there will be no arguments.
My gun is back on my hip. I can draw on one of them now. I’ll need to hope the other sides with me.
James or Johnathan.
The Ferryman or Vengeance.
James is a part of the true family, but does he want the rusted crown? Will he war with the father who gave us little devils life?
Johnathan has no true blood ties, and I believe he’s more strongly allied with Simon than Lucifer. Why though? And will he fight against the crown? is the true question.
“Don’t,” Johnathan says with a deep rumble.
“Fuck,” James says the moment my gun is out of its holster and aiming at Johnathan.
Johnathan doesn’t move. He isn’t scared of me pulling a gun on him, which itches at my brain.
The shower cuts off, and the moment it does, James’s has a gun pointed at me.
“You can’t kill him,” James says with a heavy sigh.
“He’ll side with Simon,” I explain and watch as Johnathan slowly lowers his hand to the gun on his hip.
I’ll allow him to draw, it’s only fair. My finger will be faster.
“Side with him on what?” Johnathan asks.
“She’s mine,” I say, and when I hear the bathroom door unlocking, I frown at him.
This is the last thing my angel needs to see or hear. She’s suffered enough.
“She is, and I’ll say the same thing to you that I would say to anyone.” James sighs and aims his gun at Johnathan. “You cursed me and that shit has traveled. No use in stopping it now.”
Raising his hands up in the air, Johnathan says with a laugh, “I ain’t saying shit, fuckers. One of us finds a wife or husband, it’s all good to me. We just need to find someone fucking normal just fucking once. That way one of us doesn’t have to get shot.”
Eden’s tread moves quickly from the bathroom into the bedroom, and I drop my aim to point at James’s dick. “He is right, you know. This is all your fault.”
“Fuck you both.” James holsters his gun and holds his hands out to me.
“What?” I ask as I holster my gun.
“Give me my fucking keys, asshole,” James says and makes a hand them over gesture. “Do you realize how much that fucking car seat in the back cost?”
“Ah…” I shrug. “I’ll give them back once we get to the office. I need that seat for Abel.”
Walking through the garage with Eden’s hand in one hand and Able cradled in my other arm, his little fingers grabbing at my hair, I feel oddly domestic.