Page 28 of Bellamy
“Enough, Cas,” Alastair told him before that icy gaze moved to me. “It’s about time you showed up.”
I was… confused. “You knew I’d come?”
“Of course I knew.” The leader of the Nephilim headed toward a door on the other side of the main bar station. Looked like one meant for VIPs, given the bouncer guarding it. Another giant wolf like the one at the club entrance.
“Move.” Castor shoved my shoulder to push me forward.
“Hands off, Greed,” I responded. “Or are you incapable of controlling yourself?”
“Oh, I’m capable. I just don’t want to.”
“Fortunately for me, you don’t have a choice.” I smoothed the front of my shirt before following Alastair. I was a decent fighter, but I wasn’t an idiot. I was no match against these brothers. They were as strong as Asa.
My only advantage was my teleportation ability. If things looked like they were turning for the worse, I’d vanish. Just like I always did.
Alastair led us to a fancy lounge with its own private bar, leather couches, and TVs mounted on several walls, the screens black right now. He stopped beside an armchair and placed a hand on top, but he didn’t sit.
“The others will be here soon,” he said, tapping a finger.
Castor sneered at me. “You think I’m bad? Wait until Galen gets here. He’s going to rip you a new one.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Galen won’t be joining us,” Alastair said. “Wrath will consume him, and he’ll be unstoppable if that happens. I can’t risk it. I ordered him and Simon to stay at the mansion with Gray and Mason.”
“Don’t you have total control over them?” I asked. “As Pride, you rule over all the sins.”
“I do have authority over them, yes, but not even I can control Wrath when he fully possesses Galen. You should be thanking me for insisting he stay behind, demon. You might live another day because of it.”
The door burst open, and a large male with a black hat on backward and muscles that nearly equaled Galen’s in size rushed in. Gluttony. His frantic gaze landed on me before a deep-rooted anger took him over. It seemed I had that effect on all of them. Lucky me.
“Where’s Bell?” He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. “You better start talkin’, motherfucker.”
“Raiden.” Alastair motioned to one of the couches. “Sit and behave.”
“How are you so calm?” Raiden asked him. “Bellamy’s been gone for two days! He’s been hurting! We’ve all felt his pain. And what have we done to get him back? Not a goddamn thing. I—”
“Enough,” Alastair said.
With tears welling in his eyes, Raiden shoved me away and sat down, resting his hands on the back of his neck as he slumped forward.
Daman and Warrin were the last to arrive. Envy glared at me but didn’t say a word. His ice dragon husband put an arm around him and watched my every move. I had fought both of them in Hoia Baciu. We weren’t exactly on friendly terms.
“You are all pieces of shit, you know that?” I snapped, my anger at them boiling over. “As Gluttony mentioned, Bellamy’s been in the underworld for two days. Where’s that brotherly love I’ve heard so much about? The love you would fucking kill for? He’s barely holding on down there.”
“I know what Belphegor’s capable of,” Castor said as a distant look appeared in his eyes. “He broke me in a matter of hours. Knowing Bell’s going through that? It fucking kills me.”
“Then why haven’t you done something about it?”
“Why do you care?” Daman stepped toward me, fists clenched. Warrin reached out and gently grabbed his arm. “You’re Asa’s little bitch. Konnar’s goddamnno violencepolicy be damned, I’ll kill you myself. So start talking. Why the fuck are you here?”
“Because he’s Bellamy’s mate,” Alastair said.
Silence followed his words. Their expressions were a mix of anger and shock. Mostly shock.
“Is that true?” Raiden asked me.
I couldn’t answer. Literally couldn’t get the words out. My throat was too tight. My damn heart was pounding ninety-to-nothing.
