Page 62 of The Last Time You Break Me

He spluttered and gurgled, but no words were tangible. I spat in his face and stood quickly in anger as I stamped my foot down onto his face, his broken nose reshaped for a second time and I could feel the bone move like a snake under the heel of my bare foot.

“Where is my dad?”

“He agreed you should have this one,” Reggie rasped as he stepped close behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He spread his bloody palms across my stomach and left his bloody handprints there. “We don’t need a massive wedding if you don’t want one, Lara. Right here, right now, these are our vows. Ones binding by death. Witnessed by the angels who condemn us and the demons that can’t wait to claim us.”

“I’d marry you in a heartbeat, Reg. Even down at town hall. But right here, right now? That sounds like a dream,” I whispered into the darkness.

It felt like here, our words were sacred, spoken on unholy ground. I smiled, ready to rain down hell, and let my psycho out to play. I spun in a circle, my silken gown billowed out around me and I threw my arms into the air with a squeal.

Reggie’s eyes bugged out of his head as he watched me in what must have been the first school-girl-inspired behavior he had ever seen from me. I chuckled a dark and whimsical sound that echoed around the dungeons of demise.

“What’s your poison, love?” Reggie husked and I spun to face him as he waved his arm to expose a deep, hallway-filled arsenal of weapons and torture devices.

I clapped my hands in glee. I ran for the table and picked up a lethal looking athame. All black sleet and hard edges. I did a little giggle of joy. The black blade bled up into a semi curve of the handle that rained down like horns and up even higher to the actual handle itself. It curved at the top of the blade and bled into a pentagram.

Perfect.

“Not the weapon I thought you would have chosen,” Reggie commented as he leaned against the wall and lit a smoke. I padded over to him as he held it out and I sucked greedily on the other end, holding the smoke in my lungs until I blew them out in pretty circles.

“Why? This is so my blade. Might as well make it fun and do a sacrifice for the big man. Haven’t done one in a while.”

“The fuck?” he barked as he stood up straight and took a step back. “The Devil? Are you talking about the fucking Devil?” It was comical at how afraid he looked right now that I chuckled.

“Hell yeah, playing with blood is fun.” He shook his head in shock as his eyes widened.

“You worship the fucking Devil?” he asked again like it was a hard thing to understand.

“Yeah, he’s my dude.” I smirked and that broke him out of the fog. His head snapped toward mine as he stalked me with a predatory gaze.

“I won’t share you, Lara. Not even with the Devil,” he sneered and I bit my lip coyly.

“Don’t worry, handsome, me and the big man broke it off when you came to your senses. But how do you think none of the women stuck? Satan kinda killed them off.”

“Lara,” he growled, gray eyes fierce.

“Yes, handsome?” I asked innocently.

“You cute fucking psycho,” he scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’ve always been mine, Reg.”

“Then why did you make me work so hard to get you back?”

“Because you never had me in the first place, you needed to know that. I don’t fall in line for no man. You wanted me? You had to damn well earn me, baby.”

He chuckled darkly. “Well I have you now, love.”

I bit his bottom lip and drew blood, salivating at the taste of copper in my mouth. “Yes, you do. Now teach me?” I asked in a sensual whisper.

“Teach you?”

“How to do the bone thing.”

“As my love commands.” He bowed valiantly and took my hand as he walked me over to the slobbering man on the ground, rocking back and forth.

Pathetic.

Say what you want about my dad, but I’m sure as fuck glad he made us strong. He made us unbreakable.

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