Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,116
terrified him and said, “You can count on it.”
Epilogue
Two Months later…
“He’s going to kill you.”
“You think so?” Rebecca asked as a group of Lucifer’s cousins walked past them, all of them shooting her winks as they headed for her old section.
“There’s a good chance,” Melanie said, nodding as she placed her hands on the swell of her belly.
Rebecca considered asking Melanie when she was finally going to tell Aidan, but she really didn’t feel like hiding in bathroom, texting Lucifer for help as the crazed, hormonal woman tried to break in and slap her silly as she sobbed hysterically, again. So, instead she decided that she would continue sitting there, sipping her Coke and periodically glancing towards all the exits, looking out for the man that might have take issue with the fact that she’d allowed his relatives back inside or the fact that she’d cleared the dance floor and had inadvertently turned the Fire & Brimstone into a nightclub for the night.
Then again…
If he hadn’t banned her poor, sweet baby from their bedroom this morning over a little misunderstanding involving a puddle of drool on his pillow, she wouldn’t have been forced to do this. That and she enjoyed the fact that when it was her nights to run the Fire & Brimstone she was able to triple the profits, something that she was able to do thanks to all his relatives. Not only did they order an insane amount of food, but they were also incredibly hot, which drew a surprisingly large amount of women, which in turn drew a lot of single men, filling the restaurant to capacity for the night.
“Don’t you have a paper due tomorrow?” Melanie asked, sipping her glass of apple juice since she’d given up soda while pregnant.
“Already done,” she said, still shocked at how well she was doing in school.
It had only been a month since she’d started and it was only part time, but she loved it. She was taking a course on management and introduction to business and so far she was doing really well. Of course, that probably had something to do with her self-appointed tutor.
Her husband hadn’t been excited when she’d announced that she wanted to go back to school, but that all changed after she’d enrolled in college and had to pick her classes. After he found her course catalog lying on the bed and decided to have a look, he’d decided to offer his services.
Since then he’d outlined all the course that she needed to take over the next four years, had decided that she was going to attend the summer term to catch up with the rest of the freshmen class and then starting next year he wanted her to switch to full-time. At first she’d argued with him, because she hadn’t been sure that she could handle it, but once she realized that Lucifer’s questionable OCD demanded that he organize her notes, make her flashcards and proofread all her papers she’d agreed to at least try to do things his way.
“What do you think he’s going to do when he sees this?” Melanie asked gesturing to the crowded restaurant.
“Thank me?” she said with a hopeful smile.
“You mean with more yelling?” the betraying bitch said, reminding her about her first week co-managing the Fire & Brimstone with Lucifer.
“He wasn’t yelling,” she said, trying not to think about all that yelling and God, there had been so much yelling, but thankfully Lucifer was partially to her ass and blowjobs so it hadn’t been that bad.
“Really? Then what would you call it?” Melanie asked, stealing a bite out of Rebecca’s gluten free cheeseburger, one of the many new gluten-free menu items that Lucifer had created for her.
“Expressing his undying love for me in a tone that would ensure that I didn’t miss the extent of his feelings for me?”
“Or,” the incredibly sexy voice that she loved to hear whispering her name drawled, alerting her to the fact that she’d lost the element of surprise, “he probably yells because you drive him out of his fucking mind.”
“There is that,” she admitted with a smile when she felt him turn her barstool around so that she was facing him.
“What have you done now?” he asked, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“Probably violating several fire codes,” Melanie said around another bite of her burger.
“Probably,” Lucifer murmured in agreement as he gazed down at her.