Chapter 27

“What the hell were you thinking sneaking around like that?” Rebecca demanded on a pained gasp as he carefully took a left turn onto Maple Street.

“I wasn’t sneaking around,” he said, trying not to panic as he kept his hand on her back to stop her from rolling off the seat and slamming into the dashboard before dropping to the floor and scaring the shit out of him, again.

If he had known that she’d bounce like that he never would have hit the brakes so damn hard. He really hoped that unfortunate incident hadn’t further damaged her beautiful ass, but the way that she’d suddenly gone pale and stopped talking had actually scared the shit out of him.

“Are we there yet?” came the muffled question against his leg as she tightened her grip on his pants.

“Almost,” he said absently as he risked a glance down to find her still lying on her stomach with her face pressed up against his leg as she held on for dear life. “How are you feeling?”

There was a slight pause before she admitted, “My ass kind of hurts.”

“Kind of?” he asked, trying to sound hopeful, because maybe she hadn’t broken her ass after all?

He could hope at least, and he was really fucking hoping that he hadn’t broken her beautiful ass.

He raised his hand to provide some comfort to the damaged area, but thought better of it since she’d screamed the last time that he’d done that. Not knowing what else to do, he placed his hand on her back and ground his jaw when she let out a pathetic little whimper.

“Lucifer?”

“Yes?”

“I think I broke my ass,” she whispered softly, making him roll his eyes.

Little smart ass, he thought, fighting back a smile as he carefully took another turn.

“Do you think they’ll have to take an x-ray?” she asked with a little sigh as she shifted to get comfortable, but since she was stuck lying on her stomach like this in the front of his truck, it most likely didn’t help.

“Probably,” he said, hoping that his brother was already at the office waiting for them.

“It’s just your brother, right? No one else is going to be there?” she asked, sounding anxious as shifted again, accidentally kicking him in the process.

“I told him to come alone,” his said as he pulled into the parking lot of his family’s medical practice and saw all the cars and trucks filling up the parking lot, realizing too late that he’d just been fucked over.

He was going to fucking kill the little bastard, he thought as he reluctantly threw his truck in park and watched as his brothers and several of his cousins ascended on them.

“What’s going on?” Rebecca asked as she tried to sit up, but of course she couldn’t move, which was the only reason why he wasn’t turning his truck around and getting the hell out of there.

“I’m going to fucking kill my brother,” he said, deciding that yes, killing the little bastard would be worth going to prison for the rest of his life and becoming intimately acquainted with the showering practices of inmates.

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“Do you want to tell me what happened?” the handsome doctor that was apparently Lucifer’s father asked.

Doing her best to appear sweet and innocent, something she’d actually practiced in high school, she looked up, allowed her bottom lip just the slightest of trembles and said, “I forgot the safe word again.”

“Oh, my fucking God! Stop saying that!” Lucifer shouted from the hallway where his mother, who actually turned out to be a very sweet woman, had banished him so that she could be examined in peace.

Dr. Bradford’s lips twitched with amusement. “You like torturing my son, don’t you?”

Sighing heavily, because there was no point in lying, she nodded. “I really do.”

He chuckled as he pulled out his pen and made another note on her paperwork. “Well, the good news is that you didn’t break anything.”

“Really?” she asked, instantly perking up at the news.

“The bad news is that you bruised your tailbone,” he said with a look of pity that she didn’t quite understand.

Bruised was better than fractured, right?

“How exactly is that a bad thing?” she asked, wondering if she’d missed something.

“You’ll see,” was all he said before he gave her a reassuring smile that actually frightened her a bit and left the examination room, leaving her to panic as she struggled to get dressed. When sharp pain shot through her ass when she tried to undo the thin cloth ties holding her examination gown closed she decided that it was time to call for help.

“Lucifer?” she said, hoping that he was close by, because she really didn’t feel like trying to shuffle after him while clinging to her gown as she tried to make her way through throngs of Bradfords, who apparently hadn’t been able to pass up the chance to come mock him for breaking his girlfriend’s ass.

She would fit in so well with this family, she thought with a heavy sigh as she gave up on trying to hold up her gown. She let the gown slip down her arms as she held onto the examination table, trying not to fall on her ass. God, her ass hurt. Maybe she should try to climb back on the table and lay down on her side? After moving her leg to try just that, she decided to give up on that plan and just stand there and wait for Lucifer, who didn’t appear to be coming anytime soon.

*-*-*-*

He really fucking hated his family.

“So, what’s the safe word?” Arik, the little shit that should have been drowned at birth, asked to the amusement of all his fucking brothers, cousins and uncles.

“Fuck. Off,” Lucifer said, wondering why he’d allowed his mother to herd him out of the room like that.

“Fuck off?” Jason, the reason that everyone in their fucking family was here tonight, said in a thoughtful tone that was going to get the shit kicked out of him. “That could be a little confusing, don’t you think?”

“You do realize that I’m going to kill you one day, don’t you?” he asked as he glared at the little prick, making sure to include Trevor, his accomplice in every fucked up thing that he did, in that glare.

Jason shrugged it off like it was a given.

“So, how long have you been dating?” Darrin asked as he lounged in the waiting room chair across from him, officially starting the interrogation that he’d been trying to avoid for weeks now.