Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,67

out of her fry.

“No, he’s not,” Aidan grudgingly agreed with a chuckle as he once again-

“Are your five cheeseburger platters not enough for you?” she asked, blinking at the large man pouting, and yes, he was in fact pouting, across the table from her.

He glanced down at three platters still filled to the brim with food and shook his head. “No.”

“He got this from his mother,” Ethan said as he picked up a cheeseburger off of one of the six-cheeseburger platters that he’d ordered.

“I suspected as much,” she said, nodding in agreement as she cut a piece of her hamburger patty off with her fork and popped the tender piece of meat in her mouth as she considered the two handsome men sharing the large booth with her.

“How long have you been tormenting my son?” Ethan asked, cutting one of his many cheeseburgers in half.

“A little over five years,” she answered proudly as she popped a fry in her mouth.

Ethan chuckled as he bit into his burger.

“How did he end up with the name Lucifer?” she asked, deciding that they were probably her best bet at getting an answer to the question that everyone in the restaurant had been dying to know.

Instead of giving her the answer that she’d been waiting five long years for, they laughed. “Sorry,” Aidan said, grinning hugely as he shook his head, “you’re going to have to ask him and that includes finding out his real name.”

Shrugging, she said, “I already know his real name.”

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Before she got a chance to respond, the man in question was there, glaring down at her, which was a little unsettling since his hair was messed up, his shirt was a bit torn and there were familiar looking scratch marks on his arms and chest.

“Did you find the bag?” she asked as she nibbled on a fry.

“Run,” he snarled and since she was almost positive that he was talking to her, she decided that it was probably for the best if she called it a night.

“Lovely seeing, you gentlemen, again,” she said with a smile as she carefully scooted to the end of the soft bench, stood up and took a step towards safety when she remembered the ice pack that had been keeping her bottom comfortably numb.

“Excuse me,” she said softly, shooting Lucifer a smile as she reached around him, grabbed her ice pack and with another murmured, “Goodnight,” quickly shuffled towards the back door where she found Mojo, lying on his side, drooling and wagging his tail like the naughty little boy that he was.

“You let me down, buddy,” she said, sighing as she carefully scooted around him so that she didn’t slip in the puddle of drool that he’d created, “you let me down.”

Chapter 33

“I like her,” his father said with a fond smile as the three of them watched Rebecca shuffle towards the back entrance.

He considered going after her, but…

It was probably for the best if he took this opportunity to calm down before he did something irrational like spank that bruised ass of hers. He’d give her twenty minutes to make it back upstairs, get ready for bed, curl up beneath the covers and come up with some asinine excuse that would explain why she’d left his apartment and decided to sneak his father and brother into the Fire & Brimstone, the one place on earth that he’d worked his ass off to keep Bradford free.

He didn’t do it because he hated them or because they embarrassed him, but because he wasn’t ready for them to see what he’d done. If there was one thing in the world that his family took seriously, it was food. He wanted to make sure that everything was fucking perfect before his family finally managed to break into the place.

He’d always been like that. It was the reason that he’d had his own room when he was a kid, why his parents never had to ask him to do his homework, clean his room or do his chores. The problem they had with him was getting him to stop cleaning his room, doing his homework and glaring at anyone that came near the sink when he had dish duty. Things really hadn’t changed that much when he got older and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing anymore.

“This is the best burger I’ve ever had,” his father said, pulling his attention back to the fact that he had