Fire & Brimstone

“Great!” his mother said, clasping her hands together and looking way too pleased with herself.

Rebecca was definitely going to fit in well with his family, he thought as the woman in question came waltzing back into view, smiling when she spotted him and letting him know that he was out of time.

Chapter 54

“Umm, what exactly are we doing?” she couldn’t help but ask as she shifted her attention from the speedometer to the man sitting behind the wheel, who was incidentally the same one that had kidnapped her.

When he didn’t answer her, because apparently that went against the kidnapper’s code, she discretely pulled her phone out of her pocket, making sure to keep it hidden behind her leg and decided that it was time to ask for help.

Unfortunately for her the only person that she could think of to ask for help this time of night was the same bitch that was apparently “Team Lucifer.” As soon as she texted that she was being kidnapped, the betraying bitch sent her a smiley emoji. She considered sending a text to Aidan to let him know that his brother had finally lost it, but then thought better of it since he was still angry with her.

At least, that’s what she was assuming since Jason and Trevor had been forced to restrain him when she came back from talking to Eric. The screams and promises of revenge had been a little unsettling, but she was confident that he’d eventually forgive her. If he didn’t that was fine too, because as soon as Melanie broke the news to him he’d have other things on his mind to worry about.

She had no idea how they were going to do this, not when they couldn’t stand each other. For the next eighteen years they were going to have to work together to raise a child they hadn’t planned on having. It was going to change everything and she wasn’t sure that Aidan was going to be okay with that. Soon enough he was going to have a lot to deal with so for now she was going to leave him alone, which meant that she was on her own.

“So, umm,” she said, shifting so that she could slip her phone back in her pocket without him seeing it, “where are we going at twelve o’clock at night?”

Instead of answering her like any sane person would do, his jaw just did that clenching thing that she’d never quite seen it do until tonight. It was a new version of the jaw clench that he normally did when she pissed him off, which made her wonder what happened between the time that she went to speak with Eric and the time that she came back to see if he was ready to leave.

“I’m kind of tired. When do you think we’ll go home?” she asked nonchalantly as she noticed yet another large green highway sign notifying her that they were getting closer to the New Hampshire border.

No answer.

Awesome.

Shaking her head, she sat back against her seat and stared out the window at the cars passing by. All those years of teasing him to see just how far she could push him and someone else had broken him when she’d left the room. She felt robbed.

Bastards.

She continued staring out the window for another ten minutes before she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t bother asking him where they were going or what they were doing, because she knew that he wasn’t going to answer. Besides, after the long and seriously disturbing day that they’d just had she was too tired to play this game with him.

“Look, it’s late and I’m too tired to keep playing this game. Either turn around and take me home or find a hotel so that I can get some sleep and be well rested in the morning to deal with whatever it is that you’re going through,” she said, too exhausted to sugarcoat this.

All she wanted to do was take a shower, climb in bed and sleep for the next forty-eight hours. Then after a hearty breakfast she’d hopefully feel up to dealing with whatever was going on with him. She just hoped that after a good night’s rest that he would give up his plans to kidnap her, tell her what was going on and bring her back home so that she could figure out the best way to grovel for her job back.

Maybe get on her hands and knees?

No, that wasn’t going to work, mostly because she wasn’t going to be able to pull that one off. She could try buttering him up with a home cooked meal, but she really wasn’t much of a cook. Lucifer was a better cook and would just take one look at her half-assed attempt to bribe him, shake his head and cook his own meal.

So, that just left…

Oh God, she had no idea what that left, because she was too damn exhausted to think right now. She still couldn’t believe just how much could happen in one day. Closing her eyes, she gave up. He was either going to keep going until they hit the North Pole or he was going to turn around and bring her home where she could pass out in her own bed.

Actually, she preferred his bed since it was bigger, more comfortable and had him in it. She always slept better when she was with him. He kept her warm, kept her safe and made her feel like she was where she was always meant to be.

With him.

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“Lemme sleep,” Rebecca grumbled angrily as she weakly slapped at him, making him chuckle as he carefully placed her on the first double bed in the hotel room that he’d reluctantly rented for the night.

He’d planned on driving straight through the night to the court house and wait until they opened their doors so that he could drag her inside and make it legally impossible for her to ever leave him. He’d changed his plans when she’d slumped over, grumbled and attempted to slap the shit out of his leg in an attempt to soften his leg to her pillow standards.

When it became obvious that she wasn’t going to stop, he decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. After finding a Marriott, he got a room, took his life into his own hands and woke her up. It took him about ten minutes to get her inside and then another fifteen to get her to their room. Once he had her there, he stripped them both naked, dragged her into the shower and took his time caressing her skin, running his fingers through her hair as he held her.

Then he was holding her, just holding her as they stood beneath the showerhead and realizing that he was going to get the chance to hold her just like that for the rest of their lives. It had been the best moment of his night and one that had ended much too soon. When the water started to cool, he’d turned off the shower, wrapped her in a towel and after she muttered, “You may manhandle me,” carried her to the bed where he laid her down.

Now he was playing tug of war with her towel, trying to remove it so that he could tuck the little pain in the ass in, but she wouldn’t give up that damn towel! Finally after a grunt and a cute little growl, she gave up her hold, rolled over, kicked the blankets and sheet out of her way and settled in for the night.