Page 1 of Lucifer's Revenge
Chapter One
Lucius “Luc” King walked into his kitchen, and the second he saw the person sitting at his kitchen table, he both growled, and scowled. “What are you doing here?” His voice came out so rough and gravelly, it sounded like his voice box had been put through a grinder. He made a beeline for the coffee pot and sighed in relief when the carafe was full. He didn’t even look at his guest until he had downed at least half the cup. After refilling his mug, he went over to his table, shook his head at the mess, and sighed heavily as he sat in his seat at the head of the table.
“What’s all this shit?” he asked as he pointed to the items that looked like they came from a mortuary. He studied his sister, Starr, with a nasty expression. As much as he loved her, there was no way he was in the mood for her shit, let alone awake enough to listen to what she’ll probably prattle on about. He glanced over at the coffee pot and sighed in relief when he saw there was still some of the liquid gold there. Sometimes there wasn’t enough of the strong brew in the world to handle his sister’s constant energy. He shook his head when she looked at him with a grin.
“Do you really want to know?” Starr looked at him with a smirk.
Luc looked at her, then the mess on his kitchen table, held up a hand, and went to refill his coffee mug, as he settled back down, he leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Hit me.”
“Really?” Starr asked in shock and lifted her hand, then quickly lowered it when he gave her the look with only one brow raised, like he dared her to try it. She quickly backed down and looked at him with a grin. “Before I explain this mess, I have a few comments to make.” She grinned at him and he only shookhis head. He knew his sister would get to the point when she was good and ready.
“What?”
“I love Mom and Dad. I really do.”
“So do I, but what do they have to do with the mess you are making onmykitchen table. Why didn’t you do it at your own place, or in the garage, or at Mom and Dad’s?” He continued to look at her with that raised brow, and it didn’t take long for her to sigh heavily.
“As I said, I love Mom and Dad, but I think they got our names wrong.”
“What are you talking about. My name is Lucius, and your name is Starr.”
“Correct, but do you know the meaning of our names?”
“Not really, what does it matter?”
“Because both of our names mean light, bringer of light, or bright light.” She rose from the table to refill both their coffee mugs, then settled back down after starting a fresh pot to brew. She pointed to the leather vest draped over the back of the chair across from her. “You’re the president of the local motorcycle club, what’s your club name? Also, what’s the name of the club?”
“Lucifer. And you know damn well the name of the club is Hell’s Coffin.”
“Exactly, and Lucifer is basically the prince of darkness. Hell’s Coffin? Dark, broody, just like your personality. If you’re honest with yourself, I wouldn’t say you have a dark soul, but you don’t bring a lot of light into people’s lives.”
“I beg to differ.” He smirked as he sipped his coffee. “I receive mad respect from the members of the club.”
“Putting the fear of God in them with just one look, isn’t having a light soul. It’s just intimidation.”
“Well, whatever, I get results.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. My name also means light, bright light, like well, a star. Anyway, I don’t know if it is our personalities or what, but I also like the dark side.”
“What’s that mean?”
“What’s your favorite holiday?”
“Halloween.”
“Mine too. Anyway, keep what I just said in the back of your mind and I’ll answer your original question. You know I’m taking art classes for my degree, right?”
“Yes, aren’t you almost done?”
“I graduate in a couple of months, but over Christmas break, I met up with someone I had gone to school with when I first started college. He was two years ahead of me, so he’s already graduated.” She looked at him and shook her head. “I’m getting to my point. Anyway, he said that he couldn’t find a job right out of college and he signed up for a class. It’s taking art in a whole different direction. He introduced me to his teacher, and I started taking the classes in January. Three months ago. This is totally separate from the college.”
“Okay, is this extra schooling interfering with your regular college classes? Is it taking away from your core classes in order for you to graduate on time?”
“No, it’s all extra from what I’m doing now. I really enjoy it, and I think I’ll lean toward this once I graduate. This new course takes two years.” She held up her hand to stop what he might have said. “It’s a lot of learning, and hands on. If I can make a career out of this, then I think it would be better than my art degree. Don’t get me wrong, I love the art world, but this is different. It speaks to my soul.”
Luc sat there, sipped his coffee and waited for her to continue. She jumped to her feet, refilled their mugs, then disappeared, only to return three minutes later. She had herlaptop with her. After she opened it, fired it up, she played with the keyboard, then looked at him.
“How much TV do you watch?”
