Page 250 of Satan's Spawn
“You called me an angel,” I state evidently.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is when you refer to yourself as a devil.”
His chin rests on my head. “Well, if the horns fit.”
“Stop.” I turn again, cupping his hardened jaw. “When will you quit thinking so badly about yourself?”
“When I prove to myself I’m not.”
Deciding there’s no point in beating a dead goat, I lean my back into him again and switch up the tempo. “So, is all the cursive around the skull tattoo on your ribs your quotes?”
I didn’t even stop to think for a second Crayton was capable of forming such beautiful phrases like “Hollow hearts fill dangerous minds” or “Beware of the broken. They know how to survive.” My favorite being “The heaviest crowns will fall from heaven”.
They’re scribbles to the naked eye, but poetry to those who take the time to dig a little deeper.
I would never believe he had it in him, not until I found this paper in my folder.
“If I tell you yes will you try and dissect every single one?”
Already do, Crayton.
My smirk must be an answer enough.
“Then no, they’re not.”
“You’re such a shit, you know that?”
I reach for the hand squeezing my thigh, and bring it to my lips. “I’m happy you’re mine,” I say softly, kissing the callus of his overused knuckles.
“Same here, Little Ghost.”
We share a quiet moment, which gets interrupted by several shadows eclipsing us from behind, so I turn to see who’s approaching.
And I wish I never did.
“Here we fucking go.” I roll my eyes as Alexis and the M.I.B. who’ve been babysitting her for the past few days close in on us, with a stupid smirk plastered to her face.
Crayton and Archer mentioned her dad is into some sketchy mob shit, so when things get dicey he has these brutes follow her around like a foul stench.
We’re at our feet before they reach us, Crayton shielding me with his body.
Alexis has been more…vocal…this week to put it mildly.
Taunting me with dirty looks and snide remarks again, only acting brave because of the mountains at her side.
There’s still something that seems off about her, I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s this flicker of hysteria behind her eyes each time she tries to provoke me.
“Awwww, look, it’s the happy couple,” she says in mock jest, pressing her intertwined fingers against her cheek. I nearly lose it when she bats those ridiculous long eyelash extensions.
“The fuck you want, Alexis?” Crayton grinds out through his teeth like a defensive lion.
“What’s the matter, baby? You look grim.” She pouts. “Is your Shore Whore no longer living up to her potential?”
Here’s the thing about my new look and clouded judgment, they come equipped with the moxie to go toe to toe with the biggest bitch in Riverside again.
I’m leaping over the bench to get to Alexis when Crayton holds an arm out to stop me.
