Page 11 of Torn Between Two Worlds

Her scream broke across the room. When she opened her eyes, she knew Stryder was smiling, despite her not having been able to continue stroking him to bring him to climax. Looking into his eyes, her brain snapped her back into reality.

She immediately dropped her legs from around his waist and pushed off his chest, ignoring the sensation of his cock dragging across her. When she broke contact, her legs buckled underneath her, and she swayed. He caught her effortlessly as she started to cry, but she pushed away, and his hands dropped her. She crashed into the floor and opened her eyes to stare up at him. She wanted to yell at him, accuse him, blame him and yell at him to get out, but she couldn’t.

She knew there wasn't anything really wrong with what she had done. Except casual sexual encounters weren't her thing. She'd only ever been with Derrick, and the fact that she had done it with someone that she’d just met made her skin crawl and her stomach swirl with bile. Her body heated up just thinking about what had happened. She cried from anger and fear at her body's continual betrayal.

“No,” was all she said before Stryder was popped back to the bar.

7

Early on in the game, he'd learned Leather Jacket, as he'd grown to call the man, visiting meant shit went wrong. He'd wanted to believe the guy wasn't a demon. In fact, he'd helped ward their demon cells, making them stronger. But there was something just not right about him. Who came and helped a twisted organization infiltrate another world?

“If there even is another fucking world.”

They'd sent a trial envoy, three demons under angelic control, to Ciara Miller's world. No one believed him, the word crazy had circulated more than once, but being who he was, his orders were followed.

A dagger slamming down between his elbows on the desk made him twitch. “Speak of the devil.” Leather Jacket's face twisted into a sinister grin, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. “I'm sure you've frozen everyone again in an attempt to make me seem crazy, so what the fuck do you want? I listened. I sent them to get her.”

The man chuckled, and it sent shivers over Jonathan's body, the guy was not an angel, but he wouldn't contemplate that he'd received help from the demons.

“Yes, I'm well aware, Johnny.”

He cringed. The fucker had been calling him that every time because he knew it grated on his nerves.

“I've come to give you a warning. They failed. And there's going to be a demon entering the picture in five...four...”

A crash and howl had his head pivoting to the side. “Your fucking count’s off, ass wipe.” Grabbing his gun off the desk, he released the safety and barreled toward the door. “If you're on my fucking side, unfreeze them, so they can protect themselves.”

Leather Jacket shrugged and made no attempt to move.

“Now.” He didn't wait, but instead, threw the door open.

Sure enough, one of the demons they'd sent through that door thing was crashing through the hall, holding onto a piece of fabric for God knew what reason. Blood pools splattered the floor around the men and women who couldn't defend themselves. Clearly, the demon was not under angelic control, the angels had a funny way of sensing and incapacitating demons in the headquarters.

Rage boiled, and he was about to turn around and attack the man in his office when his soldiers were moving again. Their screams mixed with the demon’s, and he fired off three shots, hitting the beast in the legs. He wanted to know what the fuck had happened over there, so he needed him alive.

“Do not shoot to kill,” his voice boomed in the hall over the bullets, screams and howls. His men looked at him, and for a moment, he saw disgust and betrayal in their eyes, but they took out knives and daggers instead.

Just as he made his way to the demon to hit it with a modified taser, the room froze around, and Leather Jacket poofed in front of him. “You do realize that had you asked, rather than screaming like a jackass, I could've just frozen him?” He arched an eyebrow.

Jonathan felt his blood boil. Without thinking, he pointed the gun, set to taze, at the man and fired. But it was his scream in the hall when the bolt of electricity smacked into his thigh, sending him into unconsciousness.

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When he woke, his head was throbbing, and he was laying on concrete. The cold seeped into his skin, and he groaned as he sat up. He was in the dungeons and based on the infuriating chuckle behind him, he wasn't alone. Pushing off his hands, he stood, and his legs gave in. “Fucking taser.”

“I did you a favor. I could've killed you. Now be a good little Initiative member and start torturing the demon for information already. Before you act like you don't do it, save it. I know the Initiative isn't as angelic as it pretends. It's a war, and all I care about is you winning and taking down the demon protecting Ciara Miller. This one grabbed something of hers, good little boy that it was. Which means you can track her with his help.”

Jonathan raised a brow at Leather Jacket, and the man snorted.

“Why am I not shocked that you don't know that? Idiot human.”

His ears perked at that news. He should've known the book starred a fucking demon. Why would his own book be about him and not his enemies? Grunting as he stood, he took the knife from Leather Jacket's outstretched hand. “How did you know a demon was going to come back, and alone?” his voice had none of its normal bravado.

With each meeting, he knew he was the weakling and was less and less tempted to test the balance unless he was pissed as he’d been earlier. “Men and women died in the hallway because we weren't ready for the demon to come back through. But you knew it was coming, and you could've stopped it. But you didn't. I'm only going to ask one last time. What. The. Fuck. Are. You?”

One minute he was standing, and the next, he felt his back and head slam into a concrete wall. The demon hissed and giggled at his pain. Blood dripped into his eyes from a crack to his skull, but he didn't have a chance to do a once over for further injury before an icy hand wrapped around his neck and picked him up from the floor. His back banged up the wall, sending sparks of pain through it. His vision was blurring, and he had trouble hearing, let alone comprehending the conversation he was having.

“That is none of your business. You know what you need to know. A demon is charming Ciara Miller, and should he succeed, he could lock you in this demon infested world forever. You'll never get to her slice of freedom if you don't figure out how to stop him.”

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