Page 66 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I know that I’ve won.
Lorenzo
KanefollowsafterLourdes,and as soon as the door closes behind them, Leon’s mask drops. He tried to be mocking and mean, but Lourdes saw right through him. To be honest, I’m glad she left. That means we can drop our masks too.
He thought he would expose us as criminals before her, but she didn’t seem to care.
I mean, it’s been obvious from the very fucking beginning what we are. I told her we are not nice men. She knows what she’s dealing with, at least.
“Interesting woman you have on your hands,” he sneers. “How unfortunate that she’s wanted.”
“I want a name, Leon,” Ramiel says, cutting through the bullshit.
I know our territory is neutral and we have rules of violence, but the rage pulsing off Rami right now is enough to let me know that he would break his own rules.
For her.
I would, too. Damn the fucking consequences.
“There is no name,” he insists.
“Yeah, you see…” I lean forward, alarming him with the smile that graces my lips. “We don’t fucking believe you.”
“Look, I don’t know his name. I just know that he has power and connections. The same, if not more, than you do. Everyone wants your little seer, and they’ll do anything to snatch her from you.” With that said, he pushes to a stand. “I’m afraid I have nothing else to give you, but I do wish you the best of luck.” And he leaves.
I know he won’t get very far.
Not with the darkness sparking in Rami’s eyes. I can feel the heartbeat of his magic around us, snagging out like an angry storm to grasp Leon in an unbreakable grip.
Damn the rules. Damn his lies. Damn him.
Ramiel brings him back within our space, dangling him in the air with his magic. He’s taken away Leon’s ability to speak or make a sound and shoved him back down against the cushions of the couch.
Following the quiet, Rami and I stare at one another, ignoring our thrashing victim. I don’t need to dive into the bond to know that we’re both thinking the exact same thing.
“Someone with as much power as us? Who could it be?”
Rami leans back, looking pensive. “Someone new,” he says finally. “Surely we would have heard about it if they’d been mobilizing for a while.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, Rami. When’s the last time you’ve been involved in anything here in the human world? Any of us, for that matter. Kane is always in The Pit, and we’ve been focused on… other things. Maybe he’s right and we have gotten out of touch.”
He sighs. “Maybe, but that still does not solve the problem at hand. We need to ask around, put a call out to find whoever is trying to get her.”
“I think it’s time we put the fear back into the hearts of supernaturals, brother.”
At this, Ramiel smiles. “I think you’re right. We need to remind everyone who we are.” He turns to Leon. “And what we’re capable of.”
Magic ignites in the room, a palpable darkness that presses down deep into my bones. The feeling of it makes me smile, pushing me to a stand.
“It’s time we remind them who rules the streets. It’s time we remind them who the Mafia of the Underworld is.”
Kane
I’mfucked.Wholly,irrevocably,fucking fucked.
The bright lights flash, blinking in and out between darkness and light. And in between each flash, she’s there, dancing and swiveling her seductive hips in movements that mimic the act of fucking. My mind immediately travels there, wondering what it would be like to have the weight of her above me, those hips undulating, seeking their pleasure on my cock.
I live to torture myself, daydreaming of her touch against mine, free of weakness, free of pain. The longer I spend in her presence, the more my fingers twitch, an aching need building beneath my skin. The urge to touch her is there, yet I know I can’t act on it.
