“I ain’t saying you’re a pussy,” Johnathan chuckles. “But I ain’t saying you’re not one either.”
“Fuck you, man,” Uriel says, but he doesn’t sound angry. “I like cock way too much to watch one get degloved. I’m hoping to get laid tonight.”
“Ah, I guess you’ve got a good point,” Johnathan says. “Sorry, my bad.”
“No problem,” Uriel says. “I’m gonna go check on Simon and see if there’s anything he needs.”
“Maybe you should take Sophia with you,” James says. “She doesn’t need to see this shit either.”
I jerk my head in his direction and immediately regret it as a flash of pain sears from my neck straight up to my brain.
Uriel looks at me then back to James and shifts on his feet uncomfortably. “If that’s what you want…”
James nods sharply.
I have no choice but to shake my head as Uriel takes a step toward me.
“Sophia, go with Uriel,” James says firmly, trying to order me.
It fucking hurts, but I shake my head again. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying to see this through.
James meets my eyes, his softening and pleading. “Baby, you don’t want to see this. Trust me. Go with Uriel.”
Tears hit my cheeks as I shake my head once more, the pain close to being unbearable.
I’m not leaving, dammit.
I’m staying right here with him, where I’m safe.
Where I can see him and know he’s safe too.
“Sophia, please,” James nearly begs. “I don’t want you to see this shit. I don’t want you to see…”
He trails off, but I finish his sentence in my head.
He doesn’t want me to see him, the real James.
I’ve already seen him though and I’m not afraid.
When I just stare at him, I see that calm he’s kept cracking in his eyes. “Sophia, go with Uriel now!”
Lucifer places a hand on my shoulder and speaks up for me. “She wants to stay, James, so she should stay.”
James turns his attention to Lucifer and that black rage flickers across his face. “It’s not your choice, Matthew.”
Lucifer just grins at James, as if he finds him cute or amusing. “It’s not your choice either. It’s hers.”
“Um, I’m just gonna go to the car…” Uriel says and starts to back away.
Lucifer nods at him, giving him permission.
“Matthew,” James growls. “If she sees this…”
“I think you’re not giving Sophia enough credit, James,” Lucifer says and flicks an imaginary piece of lint off his pants. “And you’re wasting time. That older one you crucified could go from a heart attack at any second. Wouldn’t that be disappointing? Surely Sophia deserves to see him suffer a bit more…”
James continues to glare at Lucifer, his eyes growing darker and darker. “She’s already been through enough. She almost died!”
Lucifer’s grin stretches wider. “Andrew is right here if she needs assistance or medical attention. He’s been beside her the entire time. Plus, she’s got me.”
Lucifer motions at my Hello Kitty Band-Aids. “As you can see, my sister’s health and well-being are both a top priority for me.”
Sister?
I look at Lucifer in confusion. Wondering if he’s mistaken because I’m an only child, and I’d totally remember if he was my brother.
James growls, “Damn you, Matthew.”
Matthew… James has been calling Lucifer that the whole time. Is that his real name?
Is James…
Fuck.
James is Lucifer’s brother?
As if he can’t help himself and he’s back to the point of nearly losing control, James stabs the needle he’s been holding in Trent’s arm.
Trent doesn’t make a peep. The needle probably nothing compared to his other pains.
“Dude,” Johnathan points out, “you’ve got to do it in the vein.”
Making a vicious, angry sound, James rips the needle out of Trent’s arm then sets to work finding a vein.
“If it gets to be too much, Sophia, promise me you’ll look away,” James says and jabs Trent more carefully. “Promise me.”
Unable to deny him such an easy promise, I nod my head.
Letting out a breath, James seems to relax a little, then motions to Johnathan. “Okay, he should be good to go. Get started.”
“Fuck, this is gonna suck,” Johnathan grumbles. “Pissed his fucking pants.”
“Scared of a little pee?” Gabriel asks with a grin. “Pussy?”
Johnathan shoots Gabriel a sharp look. “Nah, not usually. But I don’t want to touch this fucker’s pee.”
Gabriel snickers, and Johnathan starts to grumble and curse under his breath as he undoes Trent’s pants.
Trent…
Trent just stares at the ceiling with wide, dilated eyes, as if he’s totally checked out of what’s happening.
“Please… Please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t do this,” Jacob pleads weakly.
If I could scream at him, I would.
Where was his mercy when I was begging him please?
Gabriel lets out a low whistle when Johnathan digs Trent’s flaccid cock out of his pants. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that small before.”
“Did ya make a habit of checking out cocks while you were in prison, Gabriel?” James asks with a smirk.
“Fuck you, James,” Gabriel snarls at him. “I haven’t forgotten about that shit you installed on my phone.”
“Man… Gabriel is right,” Johnathan groans. “This fucker is small. I’m gonna have to fucking tug on his cock… Fuck!”
Both James and Gabriel start snickering.
“Goddamn you, James,” Johnathan glares at him. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”
James shakes his head, his snickers growing louder. “Nope, but it’s definitely karma.”
Johnathan gives James a death glare and holds out his hand. “Hand me the scalpel, asshole.”
James hands the scalpel over, his eyes laughing at Johnathan.
“You’re next, motherfucker,” Johnathan grumbles as he drops his attention to Trent’s penis and reaches down.
At once, all the humor fades from James’s face.
“Next for what?” Lucifer asks, curious.
“Next to get a dad bod,” Johnathan says without looking up from what he’s doing.
“Oh… well, I do hope so,” Lucifer smiles at James. “A new addition to the family would be a welcome blessing.”
James mutters something softly under his breath then his eyes land on me, filling with love.
A love he doesn’t try to hide.
A love he admits freely.
My chest tightens and I forget to take a breath.
“I’m gonna be a dad, alright, but I’m not going to have a fucking dad bod,” James says.
Johnathan nods his head. “Uh-huh, that’s what they all say. Then the next thing you know you gotta finish the kid’s plate so the food doesn’t go to waste. Then you’re eating out all the time because you don’t have time to cook. Plus you’re too fucking tired from running them around to find time to exercise…”