Page 117 of Pray for Scars
But then he looks up, smirking. “You care,” he says softly.
“Of course I care. You’re mine, too, Lucifer Malikov.”
He smiles. “No one else’s. Ever. We’re done. This is it. Hate me, love me, fuck me, run from me. I don’t care. You’re stuck with me.”
I might grow to hate him, when everything settles. Maybe we’ll hate each other. Maybe we’ll tear each other apart.
But he’s been in my head every fucking day since I met him last year on Halloween night, and I know I’ve been in his, too.
He’s the worst I’ve ever had, and I don’t want better.
He leans in close to me, kissing that sensitive spot between my shoulder and my ear. “And when I finally knock you up, Sid Malikov, well, I’m never gonna let you out of my fucking sight.”
I pull back from him, a smile playing on my lips. “When youfinallydo, huh?”
His eyes go wide, and he looks like the happiest, most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Bro,your wifey is talking to London again.” I take a hit from my joint, trying to hide the smile from my face.
I can’t.
“Why the fuck is he even here?” Lucifer counters, hopping down from the pool table, looking like he’s about to snap a motherfucker’s neck. Oh well, long as it isn’t mine.
I shrug. “Entertainment.”
He glares at me, correctly inferring it was my idea. Yup. Sure was. I need to watch someone else’s drama because between my sisters and Ria, I’ve got too much of my own to want to participate in my life right now.
London Hamilton was on the football team at AU. We’re friendly enough, he gets invited to our parties like he did at Liber. But when he met up again with Sid a few hours ago, he was all about her once more. Couldn’t stop asking about the book she’s working on, because apparently, London is into poetry. Sid got a few poems published already, and her shit is actually good. Sid Malikov is, apparently, poetic.
She doesn’t know it, but so am I.
Like brother, like sister—yeah, no. I bury that thought. I’m not really ready for that yet.We’renot ready for that yet.
“Where are they?” Lucifer is already walking toward the door.
I follow him, putting out the joint on the ash tray on the table. I don’t wanna miss this.
“Upstairs.”
His weird blue eyes nearly pop out of his head as he turns to me, vein throbbing in his neck. This dude is gonna have a stroke over this girl one day.
“What.”
I shrug, walk past him out the door. “You asked.”
“And you didn’t fucking stop her?” he spits at me, eyes blazing.
I laugh, head to the stairs. Angrily, he follows me. “There’s no stopping, Sid, bro.”
I’m surprised he hasn’t kicked me in the head yet. But he doesn’t. He stomps after me up the stairs.
“Where the fuck are they?”
I nod to the right, indicating where I last saw Sid slip into an empty bedroom, probably to get away from all the fucking people in the backyard around the fire, and then London trail in after her.
Don’t get me wrong. I listened outside of the door a solid two minutes to make sure he wasn’t gonna fuck with her. I would’ve broken his neck myself if he was.
