Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,56
and said, “I forgot the safe word again.”
“Oh, my fucking God! Stop saying that!” Lucifer shouted from the hallway where his mother, who actually turned out to be a very sweet woman, had banished him so that she could be examined in peace.
Dr. Bradford’s lips twitched with amusement. “You like torturing my son, don’t you?”
Sighing heavily, because there was no point in lying, she nodded. “I really do.”
He chuckled as he pulled out his pen and made another note on her paperwork. “Well, the good news is that you didn’t break anything.”
“Really?” she asked, instantly perking up at the news.
“The bad news is that you bruised your tailbone,” he said with a look of pity that she didn’t quite understand.
Bruised was better than fractured, right?
“How exactly is that a bad thing?” she asked, wondering if she’d missed something.
“You’ll see,” was all he said before he gave her a reassuring smile that actually frightened her a bit and left the examination room, leaving her to panic as she struggled to get dressed. When sharp pain shot through her ass when she tried to undo the thin cloth ties holding her examination gown closed she decided that it was time to call for help.
“Lucifer?” she said, hoping that he was close by, because she really didn’t feel like trying to shuffle after him while clinging to her gown as she tried to make her way through throngs of Bradfords, who apparently hadn’t been able to pass up the chance to come mock him for breaking his girlfriend’s ass.
She would fit in so well with this family, she thought with a heavy sigh as she gave up on trying to hold up her gown. She let the gown slip down her arms as she held onto the examination table, trying not to fall on her ass. God, her ass hurt. Maybe she should try to climb back on the table and lay down on her side? After moving her leg to try just that, she decided to give up on that plan and just stand there and wait for Lucifer, who didn’t appear to be coming anytime soon.
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He really fucking hated his family.
“So, what’s the safe word?” Arik, the little shit that should have been drowned at birth, asked to the amusement of all his fucking brothers, cousins and uncles.
“Fuck. Off,” Lucifer said, wondering why he’d allowed his mother to herd him out of the room like that.
“Fuck off?” Jason, the reason that everyone in their fucking family was here tonight, said in a thoughtful tone that was going to get the shit kicked out of him. “That could be a little confusing, don’t you think?”
“You do realize that I’m going to kill you one day, don’t you?” he asked as he glared at the little prick, making sure to include Trevor, his accomplice in every fucked up thing that he did, in that glare.
Jason shrugged it off like it was a given.
“So, how long have you been dating?” Darrin asked as he lounged in the waiting room chair across from him, officially starting the interrogation that he’d been trying to avoid for weeks now.
“How’d you break her ass?”
“Does she realize that you’re an asshole?”
“Can I have her number after she dumps you?”
“What’s wrong with her? Because there has to be something wrong with her.”
“I’m still waiting to hear how he broke her ass.”
“Fuck that. I want to know why he wont let us in his restaurant.”
“That’s a good question,” someone seconded, which started them on a whole new line of questioning that ended with him putting Jason in a chokehold.
“Seriously, what did he do to her ass?”
“Umm, since you’re busy rolling around on the floor with another guy, I’m going to go ahead and get a ride with your brother,” the soft voice that used to make his right eye twitch, said ripping his attention away from the little bastard trying to tag team his way out of this and onto the brother that had waited until he was distracted so that he could swoop in and steal Rebecca out from under him.
Aidan.
When his eyes narrowed accusingly on his brother, the little prick swallowed nervously, took a step back, turned around and made a run for it and if it hadn’t been for the small woman rolling her eyes as she shuffled towards the door, he would have gone after the little bastard. As it was, he had some major damage control to do and he couldn’t do it with an audience.