Slick (Hellacious 2)
How to win a hellacious heart? With humor, and
imagination…and some sex of course!
Marcia Carter spent an hour in
a handsome stranger's arms and she's regretted it every day since. Now she's
available, and the blue-eyed devil is pursuing her, but Marci is not about to
share her millions, or her body, with another poor bastard. Yet getting him out
of her mind won't be easy. Maybe one more time, one night...
Slick
Sathariel is Satan’s third born, the youngest triplet. He keeps the peace and
makes everyone happy but himself. Not anymore.
His body plunged out the elevator
doors, and they slammed shut. The young demon at the desk looked up in
surprise. “Sir?”
“I’m good.” Trying to appear in
control, he walked to the stairway where he yanked the door open, and vanished
to his apartment.
“You’re back so soon?” Wick held
a beer, and Sly sat across from him in Slick’s favorite chair in front of the
window.
“You motherfuckers have lost your
minds.” The seat Sly rested in violently tilted, tossing his brother across the
room and into the wall. Turning to Wicked, he mentally flipped the beer Wick
held upside down, pouring the frosty liquid into his lap.
He jumped up, glared at Slick and
burst out laughing. “Well, I’ll be damned, you do have a set of balls.” Waving
his hand, he donned another pair of slacks. He turned to watch Sly right the
chair. He wore a smile. “Can you believe little bro?”
“Love does funny shit to a
person.”
Wicked twisted toward him. “Just
don’t let this show of power go to your head.”
Slick huffed out a lungful of
air. “Why, man, why?”
“Why what?”
“Don’t play with me, this is the
wrong time.”
“You think you have a chance with
her?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“And if he comes back?”
“She says she’s over him.” Damn,
when he’d asked if she was sure, Marcia had changed the subject.
“And don’t be like Sly, making a
promise to stay out of her mind.”
“I won’t need to read her mind. I
can win her without that bullshit.”
“Right, right.” Wick’s laughter
dripped with sarcasm.
“I’m not going to delve into her
psyche and root around like you would.”
“What the fuck is it with you
two?” He shook his head. “Women are most adept at telling lies.”
“Whoa, man, don’t bundle all
women in a group like that. Wave would never lie.” Sly glared at their eldest
brother.
Wick pulled another frosty beer
out of thin air, and sat back down in the same, magically dry, spot. “Your
woman is different, she has,” he glanced skyward, “ties above, she can’t lie.”
“She wouldn’t lie if she didn’t
have a heavenly connection.”
Slick needed to stop this before
it got out of hand. After the last altercation between his two older brothers,
he’d spent more time than he cared fixing his place. “Could you two take this
somewhere else?”
Wicked spun on him. “Fuck off.”
“Fuck off? This is my place.
Skedaddle your ass to the fourteenth floor where you can do as you please.”
“Skedaddle. What the hell kind of
word is that?” Sly laughed.
Wick wasn’t done. “You really
think Waverly wouldn’t lie to you if she could get away with it?”
“Hell’s sake, Wick, let it go.”
Slick was thrown against the wall, and held pinned there. “What the…”
“Answer me, Sly.”
“Bro, I don’t know what your
problem is, but it’s not with Slick, let him go.”
“You gonna make me?”
Heat in the apartment blossomed a
hundred degrees, and they groaned in unison knowing what was coming. Slick fell
to the floor as it split open. The flames licked through the space followed by
Lucifer’s forked tail. Flapping around, it destroyed every piece of furniture
in the room before it wrapped around the triplets and yanked them through the
flaming abyss, and below.
Slick brushed at the embers on
his pants. “I didn’t start this shit. Wick was in my apartment playing games.”
“What is happening to each of
you?”
“Each of you?” Wick flopped into
a chair and eyed Sly. “I’m not the one pussy-whipped.” Turning toward Slick, he
added, “Or the one trying to wrangle a piece of ass.”
“Wicked, what did crawl up your ass and die?”
Slick thought, for a change, he
might come out of this unscathed.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
Holy
shit! Slick
watched as his brother’s lips snapped shut forming a solid line, and his cheeks
puffed out. His older brother’s eyes turned red with fury, and horns sprouted
only to melt into his hair.
“Don’t you dare come into my
house and act like you own it. I’m
not your brother, and I will whip your ass from here to kingdom come and back.”
He and Sly watched silently as Satan’s horns pulled back in his head, followed
by the talons disappearing, and the tail flipping out of sight. “He twisted and
dropped onto his throne. “Christ, I’m tired.”
A bolt of lightning blasted
through the wall and wedged there. All eyes watched it wage war with the stone
holding it. The shaft shook left, right, and then slid forward another foot.
Josette appeared from a white
mist and stood, her back to the jagged bolt. “Lucifer, say you’re sorry.”
“The hell I will.”
“Lucifer…”
“For crying out loud, I’m sorry,
okay.”
The bolt slid back through the
wall and shook the earth as it left Hell and traveled heavenward.
Available
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Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.
J Hali Steele
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