Page 222 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Her glazed eyes find him as she smiles, still dangling the knife carelessly between her fingers, ignoring me completely.
“You like it too, don’t you?” Her tone is seductive, but her words are so slurred. Like they’re not hers at all. “Baby, come kiss me.” She’s practically moaning, and I see Lucifer’s jaw jump.
“Maverick,” he says, never taking his eyes from his wife. “Let go of her.”
Mav snorts. “Not until she apologizes.”
I’m still unsteady, and my mouth is dry, and I feel drained, but Lucifer, Sid, Cain, his girl, and Mavy’s eyes come to me.
I don’t like it, not least of all because I know Sid fucking Rain Malikov whatever the hell her actual name is won’t ever say sorry to me.
And when I meet her wide, silver eyes, she’s smiling. “She sucked my husband’s dick.”
My eyes dart to Mav’s tattooed fingers around her throat. Her name on his hand.
I can feel my blood pressure shoot up. I don’t have time for this. I need to talk to Mav, but I don’t know what I’m going to say, and this girl fight doesn’t matter to me right now, so I just say it. Exactly what I’m thinking. “And you know who suckedMaverick’s?”She narrows her eyes as I speak.“Your husband.”
She lunges from the fridge, dropping her knife by her side, but Mav slams her back at the exact same time Lucifer is in my face, staring down at me.
“Maverick,” he says as he looks at me. “You’ve got about two seconds to let her go before I fuck up your girl.”
His demon eyes are locked on mine, and the way he looks at me, like I’m nothing, it doesn’t crush me.
It enrages me. The three of them are so caught up in themselves, so wrapped up in their bullshit, incestual drama, they don’t even realize something veryevilis happening here, from one of the two Unsaints not currently in this room.
“Fuck.You.”I shove Lucifer’s bare chest, my hands slipping along the hard muscle from the pool water still running in rivulets down his body. Yeah, he’s gotten stronger and more built, but he didn’t expect me to fight back.
No one ever does.
He stumbles a few steps backward, but my rage is like a live wire under my skin. I shove him again, and again, leaving red marks from my palms on his pale skin.
“You don’t wanna do this,” he says, his words low as his eyes flash.
“Fuck you,” I say again, balling my hand into a fist like Atlas taught me and aiming straight for his dick. I don’t think he anticipated me going there, and he hunches his body, but his hands cover his abs and the scars over them, like he thought I wouldn’t have the nerve to hit him in the balls. I do though, and he swears under his breath, stumbling another step back. “Fuck you and fuckher.” I don’t think I need to point out which her I’m referring to. I raise my fist again, Lucifer’s pale face even more ashen, but he grabs my wrist hard enough my bones ache. I lift my other hand, and he snatches that one too. I don’t care. I stand on my tiptoes to get in his face. “I hope to God your son doesn’t grow up to be anything like either of you—”
I hear a loud scream from my back, then nails are digging into my throat, jerking me backward. My feet slip on the wet floor, and Lucifer’s eyes are wide as he stares at Sid behind me.
“Don’t talk about my fucking son.” She hisses those words as she yanks my hair to spin me around, and the room moves in circles, vertigo keeping me unbalanced again. I want to tell Mav I was drugged, and Atlas is doing fuck-knows-what and maybe someone should actually check on the son in question here, but I see the flash of a blade as Sid lunges for me and I can’t say anything.
I catch her arm, thanks to Atlas’s training, and use it to drive her backward. She’s tiny, and uncoordinated because she’s fucked up, so it doesn’t take much to shove her against the island in the center of the kitchen.
She’s still trying to knife me, but her movements are so sloppy, I don’t even know how she got out of Mav’s grip in the first place. Maybe he let her go so he could get to me. I can only dream, I guess, because now I don’t hear either of them behind me.
It’s just me. And her.
She’s been nothing but a bitch to me since sheleft her husband for his worst enemy,and yeah, I fucked up in her eyes, but it was all for Maverick. What does she even do for Lucifer? What has she ever done besides break his heart? She hasn’t told him what she found, then she betrayed me by flirting with Maverick right after I promised I’d help her.
I slide my hand up her arm, yanking the black and purple hilt out of her slippery fingers. She’s screaming at me, the words bouncing off of me because I’ve been called far worse.
I lift my knee and drive it into her pelvis, and with only a scrap of black fabric to protect her, I know it hurt. She stops screaming, her eyes watering as she hisses between her teeth, doubling over, her hands covering her groin.
I copy Mav’s movement, circling her throat with my fingers, and I don’t think this time she’s so turned on. Her nails come to my forearm, scratching me, but I hold the tip of the blade to her low belly, above the scar of her J, and she stills.
Everything seems quiet.
I don’t even hear music anymore.
I press the point a little deeper, and part of my exhausted brain is surprised Lucifer isn’t stepping in, but I take advantage of it.
