Page 91 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Lourdes
“Whydidn’tanybodytellme you had a fucking beach in your backyard?”
“An oasis, actually,” Lorenzo says lovingly as he steps into the golden sand.
Oasis. Beach.
Fuck, the point is there is a literal golden river at the bottom of Castle Death.
While the scenery from the front is all sand, a graveyard of bones and smoke, the backyard is so much more… nice.
It’s lush with palm trees, exotic plant life, and a golden river.
There are demons that look more like extinct dinosaurs taking gentle slurps from the river.
It looks like something out of a fucking movie. It’s beautiful. The sunlight beams down against the oasis, some areas more shaded than others thanks to the palm leaves along the edge of the shore.
“When you said you were taking me out on a date, I thought you meant dinner and a movie.”
This is so much fucking better.
Lorenzo clicks his tongue. “Mundane activities.” His hand shoots out, pulling me forward by the front of my dress. “You deserve far more than what mere human men can give you. You deserve a whole fucking kingdom, Amore. And ours is yours to command.”
Holy fuck.
He just went down on me an hour ago and now I’m debating saying fuck it to this date to go ride his face and cock.
I’d hate to waste all this effort he went through, though.
He grabs my hand and tugs me out into the sand. My feet sink into the soft golden cushion.
“Come,” Lorenzo orders gently. “The demons have likely set everything up by now.”
I follow him across the sand, making our way to a beautifully shaded area that’s set up with beach towels, tables and chairs, and a whole spread of food.
Demons flitter around on broken, twitching wings setting everything up. They stop what they’re doing and bow as we approach.
Like we’re royalty.
It makes me feel special.
“A drink, my queen?” a leathery demon asks me, holding up a delicate champagne flute with bubbly liquid.
“Oh, that would be nice, thank you.” I go to reach for it. My hand grazes the demon’s gnarled one, and the moment we come into contact with one another, something zaps through me. I step back and the scenery around me changes.
No longer is the oasis there. There’s no sand at my feet and no golden sun beating down on my body.
I know where I’m at, and it’s somewhere I thought I’d never be again. A graveyard of bones. Reddish hell-flames. Burning flesh. Ash through the wind.
And screaming.
I’m in The Pit.
Joder.
I look around, my gaze stopping on a single figure shackled to the ground. Graying leathery wings are pulled back and spread out, stakes driven through them and hammered to the ground. I recognize the figure brutally chained.
The she-demon who threw me into a portal in Ramiel’s room.
