Nice, she didn’t even bat an eye with how either of us are dressed.

“I am,” I say.

“Good, please come in. Matthew is up in his office, but I’m sure he’ll be down soon,” the woman says. “I’m Lily, Matthew’s wife.”

As soon as we step into the warm home, I can hear the distant screech of children running around the house. What the fuck kind of twilight zone did I enter? The last time I was here, I was leaving the house with handcuffs on my wrists as multiple dead bodies were being taken away.

Kids… a wife…

Fucking hell, who the hell has Lucifer turned into?

“Ah, there the two lovebirds are,” Lucifer’s drawl comes as he descends the stairs.

He’s got a smirk a mile wide when he looks at the both of us. I haven’t removed my tactical holster or vest, and looking over at my wife in my black tactical jacket and torn up wedding attire, I can’t even begin to imagine what Lucifer’s wife thinks of us both.

“Lovebirds?” Meghan repeats in disbelief.

“Yes dear,” I say with a deep frown at the small beauty beside me.

It’s going to be so much better if she goes with the flow, I think. If she doesn’t, shit here could turn messy pretty damn quickly. I’m not letting her get away from me, and I sure as hell won’t be letting anyone fucking try to take her away from me, not even Lucifer himself.

This sexy little woman is fucking mine.

“Dear?” Meghan rounds on me and stares into my eyes.

She’s pissed and not hiding it.

“Remember our vows,” I say.

Standing on her tiptoes in those fucking heels she’s wearing must be painful, but she adds a couple inches to herself as she tries and fails to look me dead in the eye.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she says only loud enough that I can hear her.

Grinning, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her in tight.

Then I whisper softly in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Gasping, she pulls away from me, turning a bright red. Fiery anger in her eyes mixes with something entirely different as she stares at me. Annoyance, fear, and lust all mixed in one delicious package.

A knock at the door behind us breaks the tension that’s been building in the large foyer.

“That will be one of the men,” Lily says with a smile as she goes to the door and opens it up.

“Ma’am,” James’s voice comes from behind me.

“Ah, now that we’re all mostly here, we should head upstairs to talk,” Lucifer says with a nod toward James and me.

Meghan may be as brave as they come, but the look of fear that crosses her features as she hears this startles me. Does she think we’re going to hurt her for information? I’d never allow that.

“Meghan, you look like you could use a cup of coffee,” Lily says with a smile.

“I… I think I could,” Meghan stammers when she turns to look at Lily.

“Excellent,” Lucifer says. “We’ll be in the office.”

Right now I’d rather catch a cup of coffee, but that’s only because I need to keep Meghan close to me. She’s mine and it feels as if she’s being ripped from my hands as she walks past the staircase that I’m walking up.

One last look over her shoulder at me rips my insides out.

Fucking hell.

Rolling my shoulders, I clench my fists a couple of times to get the blood flowing in my body. She’s safe in this house, I keep telling myself. I don’t like that she’s without me, though.

I said I’d protect her. Not someone else.

“Where’s your bag?” I ask James as we get closer to the office.

“Bag?” he asks in confusion.

“Yeah, with the thumbs in it.”

“Shit!” James groans. “I just got all that fucking blood off me.”

“Leave them in the car,” Simon’s voice calls out from the office. “My wife doesn’t need to see you trailing a bunch of severed thumbs through the house.”

“Agreed,” Matthew says.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turn back to James and say, “Ten fucking years. Ten years and I never touched a dick but my own.”

“What?” he asks.

Flinging my wrist out at his balls, I feel just the tips of my fingers connect. His eyes cross and he slowly falls to his knees. The groan he lets out is sweet music to my ears.

“Lucifer had to explain what the apps you put on my phone were,” I say with a laugh.

Lucifer just shakes his head at our antics.

“Could you act your fucking ages?” Simon grumbles as he gives me a dirty ass look.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I ask Simon as I sit down in one of the chairs.

“You fucking taking Callahan’s daughter as your fucking bride for starters,” he spits out at me.

“You said bedlam and mayhem. I just married our families together,” I say.

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