H: Fine. Please, just get me the fuck out of here!
The guys and I wince as her screams reverberate in our head.
“Let’s get this shit done. She’s losing it, and as she’s the only thing I care about, her losing it means I’m not far behind,” I tell them, and we all get to planning.
2
Harleigh
I hate that I’m sitting here like an idiot when my powers could help them. I feel completely useless like this, and it’s not something I’m okay with. I have my own powers and I can fucking well help.
“UGH!” I scream into the empty room in frustration.
“Breathe, Harleigh. They’re coming, and no one is prepared for Dad and Gramps. You’re fine,” I whisper under my breathe. “Yeah, not really helping. Think about something else, Harleigh.”
I really hope they leave Darren alone. I need to talk to him and try to figure out exactly what’s going on. The fact that he didn’t tell his father and the angels about who my father is, is telling enough in itself. I don’t think things are as clear cut as they seemed even hours ago.
So, what gives? What could his motivation for helping his father really be? Something about needing answers… but answers to what?
There’s so much running through my head right now that needs to be thought about when I can relax. I can’t focus on anything else right now. I need a clear head.
Being locked in shackles isn’t exactly a relaxing vibe, either. Unless you like that kind of thing, and I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s definitely not my thing.
Although, if the guys were to tie me up and have their way with me, the idea isn’t appalling. Even thinking about it has me rubbing my thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure building.
This is so not the time or place to get horny.
“What the hell is happening?” Paul bursts into the room screaming and slamming the door before locking it behind him.
He doesn’t waste a second before making his way over to me, and I speak to try and distract him.
“I—I don’t know.” I try my best to show fear, since he’s actually holding a knife. As much as taunting him about being an idiot of epic proportions would be fulfilling right now, I don’t want to get stabbed.
“It’s alright, love. I will keep you safe.” He softly runs his hand down my hair before leaning down to kiss me gently.
I would give pretty much anything to cut that vile thing right out of his mouth, before sewing his lips shut, so he chokes to death on his own blood.
“How are we going to get out of here?” I pull away and ask him. Anything to get his lips off of me.
“We are safe in here, love. We just have to wait until Raphael takes care of this. I just needed to be here with you. You’re mine, and it’s my job to keep you safe.” He smiles down at me, and I close my eyes to stop from showing the disgust I feel at his words.
He’s in for one hell of a surprise when Dad and Gramps break that door down. The only one in this building that’s safe right now, is me. And hopefully Darren if O doesn’t get too pissy.
I’m just about to say something as he’s looking between me and the door, when someone starts pounding on it, making him jump.
“Open the door, old man,” Orion hollers from the other side, and Paul swallows as he looks down at me.
“How did you find me?” he hollers back to his son, and there’s a commotion outside before the door flies across the room and Dad steps in, followed by my guys.
“Thank fuck!” I sigh. “Can someone get me out of these things?” I wiggle the shackles, and everyone’s eyes turn dark as Paul moves behind me and holds the knife to my throat.
“Sorry, love, but you’re not going anywhere. You’re mine, and only mine.” I roll my eyes as Dad moves towards him, and can feel the knife tighten against my throat. “Not another step. If I die, so does she.”
Dad looks between us for a second before he bursts out laughing. It’s not a nice sound. “You fucked with the wrong girl, Paul Conners. Do you have any idea who I am?”
Paul looks at him with a scowl. “You’re a low life teacher.”
Dad laughs again before lifting his hand and clenching his fist. I can hear Paul starting to choke as he drops the knife, and the guys rush toward me, immediately starting to work on the chains in an attempt to release me.
“Wrong. I may be a teacher, but I also happen to be Lucifer’s son.”
I look to see Paul’s reaction, and his eyes are wide as saucers.
“You,” he spits out, clawing at his neck like it will release him from the powers of Hell Dad is currently wielding.
“Me.” His fist eases up a bit to allow Paul to get air back into his lungs, before lifting his body and throwing him against a wall.
“You have to teach me how to do that,” I say, and he smirks at me as Paul stutters, and tries to stand.
“W—what are you do—doing here?” His voice rasps and coughs as he pulls more air into his lungs.
“Oh, me?” Dad points to himself while the guys work at picking the locks on the shackles. When one wrist breaks free, I sigh with relief. “Harleigh is my daughter.”
Paul’s face drains of all colour as Dad’s words register in his brain. For a fleeting moment, I almost think he’s going to pass out, but then my other arm is released and I stop caring as Bry pulls me into his arms.
“Fuck, beautiful, are you okay?” He pulls back to look into my eyes, and I nod, trying to hold off the tears that want to escape. Not because I’m traumatized, but because the depth of love he shows me never ceases to amaze me.
“I’m okay,” I whisper before Colt pulls me away from Bry and into his arms, squeezing the life out of me.
