Page 3 of The White Rider
“We have the vaccine, and the Rage Heads are dead. We’re still planning to take out the Antichrist. We only get one shot at this. It has to be perfect,” Aeron said.
“Which means, like it or not, we need the Horseman of Conquest, Ariel. So please, try to get to know him. He’s not going to make it easy, but I promise, it’ll be worth it once he lets his walls down,” Leif said.
“I solemnly swear I won’t beat your brother with Smurfette, but he’s not invited to the Oval Office orgy.”
Dice just smirked at me.
“I thought you were adamant that wouldn’t be happening?”
“It’s not! But… if we have an orgy after we leave, he can’t join us.”
“Come on, Speedy. We’re going back down. Play nice with my brother,” Aeron said.
Easily for him to say. Asher wasn’t being an uber dick to him.
Chapter 2
I
had promised my angel boyfriends I wasn’t going to maim their asshole brother, but he just had to go and open his mouth as soon as we got back downstairs. He had to take his shirt off while we were up there. That was straight out of the sexy asshole playbook. Deliver the dickishness shirtless. I wasn’t falling for it this time though.
“Can we stop this nonsense and get the Nephilim out of here now?”
“Okay, dickhead—”
“Asher, drop it!” Aeron barked. “Ariel is a Harbinger. I’ve seen the paintings. She did two versions of the showdown at the White House.”
“Yes, I’m aware. You all want your little orgy.”
“Asher, forget the orgy for a minute. Ariel has been vocal about it not happening anyway, and it’s up to her. She painted another version she’s not in. We’re all dead, and Satan wins. Do you seriously want to risk that happening all because you fear getting involved with a woman?”
“We’re angels! We aren’t created to get involved with women. We’ve got brothers rotting in the pits of Hell for taking up with them. What do you think our father is going to do to us if we take up with the daughter of the Antichrist?”
“Oh, please. He hasn’t gotten mad about that for centuries,”Dice scoffed.“He hasn’t thrown anyone else in the pits, and he’s not sending anyone to kill the Nephilim anymore. You’re so focused on her father. Her mother was a pure angel, and Ariel is her mother’s daughter. Isaiah hurt her too. She’s done nothing but try to stop him since Aeron and Leif contacted her.”
“She ended up in a coma, was experimented on, and had her memories wiped when she tried to help us,” Aeron growled.
“Yeah, and you lost your shit,” Asher pointed out. “You and Leif went insane trying to find her. You’ll do the same if she comes with us. You’ll be so focused on protecting her, and something is sure to go wrong.”
“Stop it, Asher,” Dice warned. “Ariel made it from Washington to Mexico with Aeron and held her own along the way. I’ve been working with her on her angel powers. She’s stronger than the average Nephilim because she’s got angel blood on both sides. You just met her. The three of us who have seen what she can do are confident she’ll be able to handle herself just fine.”
I wanted to hop on Dice and fuck him right there. The fucking Horseman ofWarjust said he had no problem bringing me into battle with him. It was all three of them, actually. The Horseman of Death was saying I could kill people with the best of them. I’d seen Leif fight, and he was no slouch. He vouched for me too. These were panty-melting votes of confidence.
But not with Asher here. I got the feeling he’d get offended by my titties.
Asher just let out this massive grunt. I knew what it meant. If he knew where to hide me, and Aeron and Leif wouldn’t have dropped everything to find me, he’d stash me somewhere until this was over.
“I get it. I’m outvoted. If you insist on keeping her here and bringing her with us, then our plan to take out Isaiah needs to be flawless. You saw his minions camped outside. They liken him to the second coming of Jesus. We have to have a plan for them too, because they won’t react well when he’s taken out.”
“Hold up a minute,” I said. “How are you staying this close to them? If they are so damned blasphemous, and they think he’s like Jesus, I’m guessing they would take issue with his enemy setting up camp in this big, phallic monument, right?”
Asher just smirked at me like I was supposed to know all this. My memories were slowly coming back, but between what I couldn’t remember and everything that had happened while I was in a coma, I needed a lot of shit explaining to me. This dickhead could cut me a break, too, since I just found out angels existed recently.
“They all think my name is Bubba, and I’m a much better hunter than any of these assholes with their big assault rifles. They leave me alone because I can bring them meat that’s not riddled with bullets that should have been saved for Rage Heads.”
I could admit that was smart. It paid off that my father didn’t care about his followers. He was probably enjoying the spoils of Asher’s hunts and never even thought about thanking the hunter. Asher was right under his nose, watching his people, listening to everything he said with the device Dice made.
“It’s easy to fool the Bubbas,” Aeron said. “You just need to stick to certain talking points and hide your reactions when they are hateful.”
