Page 18 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Shut the fuck up, Lorenzo.”
Lourdes
Thisisinsane.
Or maybeI’minsane.
Estoy loca, demente.
I should be in a fucking asylum.
Or maybe I’m perfectly sane and all of this is real. I’m really in the Underworld. I really got attacked by demons.
I’m really surrounded by attractive dick. One who calls meamorelike some demonic Italian porn star and dresses like he’s a model, and another who looks like a billionaire with a stick up his ass.
It’s unfair how hot they both are, really.
Especially the suit.
He stands shorter than Lorenzo, his posture straighter and angrier, though it’s obvious to me he’s older. It might be the subtle gray streaks dusting through a full head of curls, but something tells me they’re from premature stress and not age. His thick brows cut over angry hazel eyes. A light color that contrasts his darker brown skin. He has soft, angular features, yet boasts a strong jawline. Based on that alone, I’d say he’s got some Latine in him. Maybe mixed or biracial.
Can demons be mixed?Ishe a demon? He appeared out of shadows for fuck’s sake, made flames appear, and Lorenzo yeeted demons with fire. They have to be…somethinghellish, right?
Whatever, the point is, assholes shouldn’t look this hot.
I mean if I would have paid more attention when I was, you know, dying, I would have realized what a fine specimen I landed near. If I had noticed him the minute I walked into that club, I would have turned back around andnopedright the fuck out of there.
Better dead than to be seen indecent.
Yet he saw me… and brought me here? The details are hazy, but if he brought me to Lorenzo, this hot babe of a man with an obvious eye for fashion and respect for the curls…
How mortifying.
Coño, this is some bullshit.
And now a third creature is appearing, teleporting through the fucking flames of hell into this bedroom. I fall back and shriek, terrified out of my mind that this time, for real, I am going to die.
If I die, who gets my powers?
God, I hope it’s not Raquel. She’s the fucking worst cousin in the history of existence.
Right. The flames.
“Ahh!!”
The flames sputter to a halt and the shadows disperse across the room. From the flames, a looming figure emerges and the screams die in my throat at the sight of…him.
He’s a blur at first. His figure distorts like I’m looking at a smoke screen. I realize this is familiar, that as I was passing out, the suit’s figure distorted as well. Like some magic was blocking me from seeing them clearly.
Funny, how I can see him now as easily as I can see Lorenzo and make out the beauty of their features.
At first, I can’t with the newcomer’s. He’s nothing but shadows and terrifying faces. And then he steps forward, and it’s like the illusion placed over him is cast away and I see him.
Clearly.
And I fucking remember him like it was yesterday.
“Oh, coño…”
