Page 17 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I shoot him a seething glare, telling him to shut the fuck up. He looks away, back to her, with lust in his eyes.
Treacherous bastard.
I walk towards them again, this time keeping my safe distance. The woman looks confused, and I want to growl that it makes two of us but keep my comments to myself.
“If you will not tell us what happened, then you will get the fuck out.”
She turns her nose up at me and sniffs. Like I’m nothing more than a steaming pile of shit on the sidewalk. The very action is offensive and warrants punishment. “Gladly. Just show me the way out of this nasty, jank ass place.”
Heraudacity.
I want to reach out and choke her, but Lorenzo cuts in front of me, as if blocking her from my vision could calm any rage I feel. Newsflash, it fucking won’t.
“Let’s all just calm down,” Lorenzo says. “Lourdes, would you like to change into something more comfortable? I can see your nipples.”
Fucking little dick.
My head and body tilt so I can see if what he’s saying is true.
Fuck me, it is.
I glare at him, hating him immediately for pointing that out and hating myself even more because my body reacts. My dick stands up and I want to chop it off for being as much a traitor as my little brother.
And the woman—Lourdes, apparently—crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him with as much fervor as I feel.
Lorenzo laughs. “Don’t look at me like that, Amore. I’d be glad to stare at your bosom all day, but I am a gentleman, above all. I know you would not like them on display.”
Lourdes scoffs. “First of all, a gentleman never would have pointed it out. Second of all, you don’t know a goddamn thing about me,joder!”
She stomps her foot.
Like a petulant child.
“That is enough,” I growl at her. “Get dressed. Now. We are taking you home.”
Lorenzo looks at me, ready to pout, but I ignore his prying gaze. I want her gone. The further away she is from me, the better.
“Fine by me.” Her chin wobbles.
Fuck me. Not the tears.
“I didn’t want to be here anyway. Who the fuck has demons crawling around their fucking house like roaches?”
I grit my teeth. “Then hurry up. We aren’t a charity.”
“Fine!” She moves to do just that, moves to storm past the both of us. I give her a wide berth so she doesn’t accidentally touch me. Lorenzo makes a move to grab her arm and stop her, but I shove him before he can.
He frowns at me now that the woman’s back is to us and shoves me in the shoulder. He curses quietly at me in our native language and I flip him the finger.
“If you could just point me to my clothes—” The woman whirls and just as she does, smoke rises from the floors in a choking cluster. Fire licks the shining, black stone, and she shrieks, jumping backwards just as a tall, dark, and looming figure emerges from the flames.
Lorenzo whistles.
I sigh.
The woman shrieks.
“Looks like Daddy Death has arrived.”
