Chapter 5: What Kind Of Ride?

Chapter 5: What Kind Of Ride?

*Valerie’s POV*

“Watch it, young lady. You don’t talk to him like that.”

The voice was silk over steel. I turned toward the fake grim reaper lady, looking at her up close, she was hot! She was tall, elegant in a way that screamed money and bloodlines, her red nails gleaming like claws, lips painted in disdain.

“And who the hell are you?” I snapped back, my spine stiffening, bristling for war.

Her arms folded with deliberate grace, a queen surveying something beneath her. Her lips curved, slow and venomous. “My name is Vivian, this is my boss and I would not allow you speak to him like that” she scoffed, “You think because you are a woman, he wouldn’t want to silence you, right?” she looked at him then back at me, “That’s why I am here, to get rid of annoying women who he respectfully doesn’t want to get rid of by himself”

Her gaze slid to the jacket draped over my shoulders, her expression souring as though the sight physically burned her. Well, well, well…

That was so much for just a boss and an employee, she was more than his staff, he is probably screwing her and she is angry that even with all my shenanigans, he is still soft towards me. Jealous bitch!

I wanted to respond so badly but I didn’t know what to say, if I called her jealous, then does that not seem like I am interested in him?

Yucky! He looks like Lucifer. Yes, strikingly handsome, tall, well built, wait… in more human terms, he looked like a member of the mafia. More like a glorified one.

He had signaled for her to stop and I guess that was why she stopped running her mouth, then he turned his gaze on me “Since you are of no use to us, we’ll get going. But if I find out this is a stunt to protect Michael, I’ll be back.”

That sent chills down my spine. The fuck is wrong with him? What is he? Dragon Lord? Why on earth would I pull out a stunt like this anyway?

Just like that, he dismissed me. He turned and the other two fell in step behind him, their shoes crunching against gravel, and I just stood there wishing I had superpowers enough to send stones upon each of their heads.

His jacket pressed heavy against my shoulders, smelling faintly of smoke and… well, he had a great smell  that made me feel warm and homely.

I pulled his jacket tighter around me, with my pride warring with fear. I hated him. God, I hated him and his arrogance, but I fucking needed help! How could he think of leaving me here? How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here on panties and lingerie inside his jacket?

I deliberated for what felt like ten seconds, hating every moment of what I am just about to do right now.

“Wait!”

The word ripped from me before I could choke it back. It cut through the night, raw and desperate and I already regretted it.

I hated the way they looked at me when they turned back. Like I was a circus act, some tragic sideshow meant for their amusement and they had been expecting me to say that, perhaps that’s why their walking steps pace wasn’t that fast.

I wanted to vanish into the smoke curling off the wreck below but a closed mouth is a closed destiny, and they are my only hope of survival to get to Michael and get my revenge now, so…I lifted my chin instead.

“I don’t know where Michael is,” I said, each word carved from the brittle edge of my patience. My arm shot out toward the flames still crackling against the rocks. “Clearly, he stood me up. Or do you think I would be here like this if I had answers?”

“Yes, people do different weird things for different motives” he responded, so casually like he didn’t care if my feelings got hurt with whatever statements he make.

I sighed, “I am in a dilemma right now, I just…” I felt hot tears already about to stream down my eye lids, but I blinked it back in, “I am just very very stranded right now, which is a very terrible situation for someone who has just been stood up in a wedding dress in the church altar”

He wanted to respond, but I needed to ask this before he changes the lines.

 “… can you give me a ride?”

Their laughter carved into me instantly, it was more like a giggle, deliberately to send chills down my spine.

Fuck!

Why was it always the devils who wore the prettiest faces?

Lucifer had been beautiful too and he had destroyed worlds with his smile. This is Lucifer and his demons.

“What kind of ride,…” he asked then, approaching me and giving me this seductive stare that made me want to punch him in the face “…are we discussing?”

I flinched, trying to understand what he meant and it dawned on me what he was trying to do!

What other kind of ride would I be talking about, you moron!!!

I wish I could say that out loud but, not until I have gotten their help.