Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,73

fucking bell again and I’ll-” he started to yell as he headed down the stairs only to get cut off as the asshole hit the bell again.

He was seriously going to fucking kill someone if they woke up his kids. Quickening his pace, he made it downstairs in record time, crossed the small space to the front door, shut the alarm off and unlocked the door. As soon as he threw the door open he found himself holding a bag giving off heat and the most incredible scent that he’d ever encountered.

“Where’s your wife?” Lucifer asked as Trevor stood there, struggling to ignore the mouthwatering aroma that was permeating his senses and making it difficult to the do the right thing and kill his cousin.

“Ummm,” he managed to get out, but it was quickly becoming difficult to focus…was that steak? Yes, that was definitely steak that he smelled. He couldn’t wait to-

“Hey, is that steak?” he heard Johnny ask from upstairs, reminding him that he was in a houseful of vicious, backstabbing Bradford children that would be more than willing to hobble him to get their hands on his precious bag of delicious morsels.

“And macaroni and cheese,” Sebastian said as he heard the first bedroom door click open.

“Shit!”

“Might want to run,” Lucifer said absently as he stood next to him, sorting through a handful of files.

Beat the shit out of his cousin or save his precious food?

Shit!

No one should ever have to make this choice!

“Seriously, I would run if I were you,” Lucifer said as he finished sorting through the files and glanced up at him.

“Why are you here?” he snapped, already knowing that it was too late to make a run for it. They would be on him before he made it off the front porch.

“I missed you,” Lucifer said dryly, throwing the bullshit excuse that they normally used on him when they went to the Fire & Brimstone to fuck with his head, back in his face.

“You son of a-”

“Thanks,” Sebastian said with a wink and a smile as he swooped in and stole the bag out of his hands.

“You’re the best,” Jonny said, throwing him a wink to match his brother’s as they walked away, carrying the bag that he needed more than his next breath.

“Here,” Lucifer said, pressing something into his hands. “This is for Zoe. That’s all my account information, passwords, employee rosters and everything that she’ll need to take over doing the books for the Fire & Brimstone. She can start in the morning.”

“Books?” was all he managed to get out as his eyes narrowed on the twins setting the food on the living room table.

“Uh huh,” Lucifer said, heading for the door, “I don’t have enough time to do it anymore.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying as he headed for the living room where his sons were standing over the large selection of food that would make any Bradford cry.

As he joined his sons in a moment of silence so that they could truly appreciate the bounty that the biggest asshole on earth had brought them, he couldn’t help but wonder if a certain waitress had anything to do with this.

Chapter 36

“I-I thought you knew,” Patrick said, stumbling over his words as he shot a nervous glance over his shoulder towards the busy dinning area where Rebecca, wearing a black Fire & Brimstone shirt, was smiling as she took a couple’s order.

“Didn’t I tell you not to let her back on the floor until Saturday?” he asked, keeping his gaze locked on the small woman that was supposed to be upstairs chained to her bed.

“Yes,” Patrick said, swallowing hard as he stood there, most likely waiting for Lucifer to take his anger out on him, but tonight his anger belonged to one person and one person only.

“You need to find someone to cover Rebecca’s tables,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on the woman that had finally spotted him.

“I think she was just trying to help,” Patrick said, quickly coming to Rebecca’s defense when it became obvious that Lucifer’s glare was locked on Rebecca, who just happened to be the staff favorite.

“I’m sure that it’s,” he drawled while he watched as Rebecca shot him a nervous smile and a wave while she glanced to the front door and then quickly towards the back, obviously debating which exit would save her ass.

Neither one would, but he decided to let her choose her fate.

If she went for the front door he’d head towards the back door,