“May Lucifer welcome you with open arms,” Judge says, his voice loud and fierce.
“And deliver you to the darkest pits of hell,” Emo snarls.
“To live out an eternity for the evil deeds you’ve bestowed,” JW recites.
“Shall you not rest in peace.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I kick Leland’s chest and he falls backward into his grave. His screams are muffled from the mask, but I still hear them. They help soothe the rage that still courses through me. Knowing he’ll suffocate and prolong his pain and suffering appeases me even more.
Without a word, we all grab shovels and start piling dirt on top of Leland’s squirming body. This is the justice he deserves. Pain and helplessness and fear. The same emotions he’s invoked in so many people.
It is right.
It is moral.
It is just.
It is what must be done.
My brothers and I might not make a huge difference in the world, there will always be criminals like Leland lurking in the dark, but each one we take out, we save his victims.
And that is righteous.
FRESHLY SHOWERED AND wearing clothes borrowed from JW—because there’s no way I was showing up covered in Leland’s particles and fluids—I stomp up the steps to my house.
As soon as I push open the door, she’s there, standing only five feet away. I don’t stop, just keep moving until I have her wrapped in my arms and her legs around my waist. She frames my face with her soft palms and dips her head, meeting my lips with hers. She tastes like chocolate, reminding me of the first time I kissed her.
I groan and hug her tighter to me, letting her feel just how hard I am for her. I always am when she’s in the room. Hell, she doesn’t even have to be in the room. Just her smell turns me to stone. Even a simple thought of her.
I set her on the back of the couch but keep myself wedged between her thighs.
“Missed you,” she murmurs when I release her lips so we can breathe.
“I was only gone for three hours,” I tell her and run my hand down her cheek and over the pulse in her neck.
Her eyes close and she tilts her head to the side. “I missed you before you were gone.”
Damn, but I love this woman.
She straightens her head and opens her eyes, worry lining her face and replacing the desirous look of seconds ago.
“Is everything okay?”
I smile and let her see the truth, but still reassure her. “Everything’s perfect.”
Sensing my honesty, the worry fades and she gives me the smile I love so much.
Fuck, yeah, I love this woman.
Her heels dig into my ass to bring me closer to her.
I kiss her sweet lips and move down to her neck, breathing in her delicious scent. I’m just getting ready to thrust my hand beneath her skirt and rip away her panties, when a small cry breaks through our lust-induced haze.
I groan and drop my forehead to her shoulder. Remi giggles and pushes me back with her hand in my stomach. She jumps down from the couch and pecks me once on the lips.
“It’s dinner time.”
I follow her around the couch, and while she gets Elijah up from the bassinet, I sit on one end. When Remi tries to sit beside me, I grip her hips and force her to sit on my lap, her back to the arm rest. She eyes me warily.