Page 90 of Jezebel's Liberation

Demon returns with a warm rag. “Lie down, Jez. Let me clean you up.”

“I can do it,” I protest.

“You’re ours to take care of,” Phantom chides. “Let us do it.”

I flip over onto my back, and Demon washes between my legs, front to back. He tosses the rag into the laundry bin and climbs back into bed. Demon tugs my back to his front, and Phantom wraps his arms around both of us, with me sandwiched in the middle.

My eyes drift closed from exhaustion. “I love you,” I whisper right before sleep consumes me.

Two months later…

“Today’s the day.”

I lift my head from my laptop and smile at Demon. It’s been a rough few months since our showdown with Stewart, but he finally seems to be over the hump. Nightmares no longer plague him, or Jez, and he’s really coming out of his shell as far as our relationship goes.

“I know.” I stand and grab his hand to drag him out of the office.

It took some convincing, but my parents finally agreed to move to Nevada so they could be closer to me. I’m still not sure if it was me who convinced them, or my two soul mates, but I don’t really give a shit. They’re coming today, and that’s all that matters.

“What’re we doing?” he asks.

“You’ll see.”

Demon and I officially moved in with Jez as soon as we could. It took some convincing with Prez because he wants the entire club at the clubhouse, but when Jez reminded him that he could accidentally walk in on her getting railed by two men—her words, not mine—he caved. I’m learning that, despite his overbearing nature, he really is incapable of denying her anything.

“Is it time?” Jez asks when we reach the living room.

I grin. “It is.”

Demon darts his eyes from me to Jez and back again. “What the hell is going on?” he asks, nervousness in his words.

“It’s a surprise,” I say.

“I hate surprises,” he grumbles.

“I was a surprise, and you don’t hate me,” I remind him.

He only rolls his eyes as Jez walks to the coat closet and lifts the box we put in there last night after he fell asleep. When she’s standing in front of us both, she thrusts it at him.

“This is for you,” she says.

Demon takes the box, which is wrapped in black and purple paper, and carries it to the couch. After he sits, he starts to rip it open. His eyes widen in shock when he sees what’s inside.

“What… How… Prez allowed this?” he finally blurts.

Jez and I beam at him with pride as he lifts the new cut from the nest of tissue paper. He holds it up and stares at the patches that cover the back: The SPMC logo with a top rocker that has the club’s name and location, and a bottom rocker that reads ‘Property of Phantom & Jezebel’.

“It took some convincing, but yeah,” Jez says. “He’s cool with it.”

“Does this mean your hacker name is going to be your road name?” he asks me.

“According to Soul, it’s the only name that fits,” I tell him. “So, yeah.”

Demon stands to switch out his current cut with the new one, and then he shakes his head with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jez demands, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re trying to have a romantic moment, and you’re laughing?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He brushes past me and turns to walk backward toward the stairs. “Just… Gimme a minute.”

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