Chapter 5

Chapter 5

*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.

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, I’ll be back.”

That sent chills down my spine. The fuck is wrong with him? What is he? Dragon Lord?

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.

I pulled his jacket tighter around me, 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?

“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.

I wanted to vanish into the smoke curling off the wreck below but a closed mouth is a closed destiny, 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?”

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.

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.

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

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