“Can you get the wheelchair?” There was a definite edge to her voice, as if she was doing all she could to be pleasant. He preferred her fire.
“Why should I get the wheelchair?” Christen whined. “You’re not in charge here, Bianca. You can’t order the rest of us around.” His voice grew in confidence. “Do I have to remind you that I am head witch?”
He hadn’t been around this coven more than a few minutes, but he knew who was in charge despite what the weasel said.
Patty rolled her eyes and met Lucifer’s gaze as if she shared his opinion. “If you can believe that.”
Clenching her jaw, Bianca took a deep breath. “I know you’re head witch, and I’m not trying to order anyone around. You’re closest to the wheelchair.”
“No, I’m not,” Christen said.
“Makes you want to deball the fucker,” Patty whispered to Lucifer.
He heartily agreed. In fact, he might defer his vengeance on the pretty hag until he’d had the opportunity to teach Christen all about the natural order.
“Are you going to get the wheelchair?” Bianca kept her gaze locked on Christen.
After a pause, Christen appeared, peacocking with his shoulders back and his chest out. “No, I’m not. But if you can’t handle him, I can always zap the bastard.” He smiled at the women. “I want to remind you girls that I have enough power to render the bastard unconscious if he threatens any one of you.”
Deferment of Bianca’s punishment it was.
“Women,” Bianca snapped. “We’re women, not girls.”
He heartily supported her point. She was definitely a woman, and not only because his current position gave him a good view of her womanly assets. There was definitely some tension between his pretty hag and dear Christen. He was glad he knew the prick’s name. Vengeance was always better when delivered with that personal touch. He couldn’t blame Bianca for wanting to snap the weasel’s neck. He’d toss it in for her as a freebie. Calling this piece of shit a weasel wasn’t fair to weasels. Weasels were never cowardly. Mean, stubborn, and determined, but never cowardly. Floppy hair was more like weasel adjacent.
“Really, Bianca.” Weasel-adjacent smoothed a hank of shining red-blond hair behind his ear. “Do you really think now is the time for a lecture on the patriarchy?”
The girl—sorry, woman—who resembled Bianca gave Weaz-adj a look of cow-eyed adoration. Girl, not woman, he corrected himself. No woman worth her salt would give Weaz-adj that look.
“You know what she’s like.” The girl giggled.
Patty winked at him. “I know.” She snorted. “Total prick.”
He might actually grow to like Patty.
“I’ll get the wheelchair,” the blonde said and vanished from his line of sight.
“Thanks, Lynn.” His pretty hag smiled at Lynn. She had a lovely smile. It was a pity that what he was going to do to her wasn’t a smiling matter, and he wouldn’t see many more of her smiles.
Weaz-adj leaned over and peered into his face. “Huh! He’s smaller than I thought he’d be, and Tom Ellis is much better looking.”
As Lucifer had rather enjoyed Tom Ellis’s interpretation of him, he chose not to take exception to the actor. Weaz-adj however, was soaring up his shit parade. The fucker couldn’t power a light bulb with the innate power in him. No, the real power player in this coven was his pretty hag. She possessed the raw potential of the witches of old.
The wheelchair squeaked into place beside him, and Lynn put the brakes on.
Outrage flooded through him, and if he’d been capable of it, he would have incinerated the fucking thing. They were intending to put him—Lucifer. Prince of Darkness. Father of Lies. King of Hell. The Great Deceiver. Morning Star. And yes, Weaz-adj, most beautiful of the fallen—into a wheelchair.
Bianca crouched behind his head and slid her arms under his armpits. His head lolled on his useless neck and dropped his cheek on her full, firm breasts. Her great breasts wouldn’t save her when he broke free of whatever foul magic she’d used to bind him.
Lynn scuttled to his feet and lifted them.
Patty slid her palms beneath his arse.
Was she feeling him up?
Patty winked at him. “Sorry.”
“Okay.” Bianca panted against the ear not pressed against her spectacular tits. “One, two, three…lift!”
A lot of heaving, grunting, and panting followed—most of that in his left ear—and moved him a bare inch closer to the wheelchair.
“Aaand…heave!” Bianca rasped.
They got him close enough to prop his spine against the chair.
“Lift!” Bianca groaned.
Lynn got his feet higher than his head, and Patty very definitely grabbed both his arse cheeks.
The girl frowned and folded her arms. “You’re not getting very far.”
“Really, Carmen?” Bianca spat and gave her a glare, that if circumstances were different, he would have admired.
Carmen huffed. “It’s not my fault you didn’t think about how heavy he is.”
Bianca’s growl vibrated through him, which might have been delicious—different circs.
They tried to lift him a third time. At this rate, he was going to have bruises from Patty’s fingers.
“Could you help?” Bianca scowled at Weaz-adj.
Weaz-adj scoffed. “So now you need me? Not enough woman power?”
Bianca screwed her eyes shut, which he thought was a pity because they were quite spectacular. “I swear to God, Christen. I’m going to—”
“You can’t have it both ways.” Carmen smirked at his purple-eyed hag. “You can’t criticize Christen for being a man, and then turn around and ask him for help because he’s a man.”
“Carmen.” Patty snorted. “You need to get your head out your own vagina and start thinking clearly.”
Bianca breathed deep. Once, twice, three times.
He knew this because every time she did, his head rose and fell against her lush, pillowy breast. It could be argued that his current thoughts made him as bad as Patty in the pervy department. However, he had not put his head in its current location, but it had been placed there for him. He had also not caused the useless neck muscles that prevented him from moving said head.
Patty looked at him. “Girl is dumber than a box of rocks.” She swung that weapon of all who had mothered offspring, the maternal stink eye—universally feared and not to be trifled with—at Weaz-adj. “And you. Get that flat ass of yours over here and lift him into the chair before I snap your pencil dick in half.”
Even Lucifer knew better than to mess with a mom who’d spent her last fuck, and Weaz-adj hopped to.
Unwanted groping aside, he definitely liked Patty.
