13. Mammon
THIRTEEN
MAMMON
“Well, fuck.”
Fuck indeed.
Asmodeus and I stand side-by-side in front of the house in the freezing fucking cold, staring at the dead body on our doorstep. It’s a woman I don’t recognize, whose throat has been slit. Her pale green eyes are lit by death and her mouth is open in a perpetual scream that’ll haunt even the entrance of Hell.
For fuck’s sake, I was having an incredible night. Apart from the dead body in the kitchen that I’ll deal with in the morning, everything was great. I finally got a dip into both Gore’s and Bel’s asses and I was blinded by such intense joy that I didn’t even think of the consequences. They’re both sleeping in my bed now, exactly where I should be too, had it not been for the knock at our front door at four in the fucking morning.
Asmodeus—who never fucking sleeps—was up already and making his way down the stairs by the time I crawled out of bed. There was nobody on the other side of the door when we opened it, just darkness and a dead fucking woman.
“What are we looking at here?” he asks, tipping his head to the side as he bends down to examine her.
“I’m not too sure,” I say, jaw clenched because this was not a part of my plan. Having somebody fuck with me like this… It’s bringing up all sorts of unpleasant bubblings in my stomach I’d rather go without. And I refuse to acknowledge why.
Asmodeus looks up at me. “Are the terror twins behind it?”
I shake my head no. My princess and my kitten are sound asleep and thoroughly fucked in my bed. I know they like messing with me, but there’s no way they could have pulled this off. “Not likely.”
This seems to be the answer he didn’t want to hear because he curses under his breath. “So, there’s only one answer.”
Footsteps creep up behind me. “What’s going on— Woah.”
“Did you see anything?” I ask Luc and Levi as they exit the house, both focused on the dead woman.
“Just you two out here,” Luc says, reaching for Levi’s hand. I had hoped that maybe they heard or saw something that caused them to come down here, but it seems they’re just as lost as we are. Luc wrinkles his nose, fascinated with the body. “Bel and Gore?”
“Nope. They’re too busy shacking up with the boss.”
When I throw Asmodeus a glare, he rolls his eyes.
“Don’t act like our rooms are soundproof,” he adds with a deadpan look.
“What’s under her?” Luc asks, breaking apart from Levi so he can kneel beside Asmodeus. Without any hint of disgust or hesitation, he reaches under the body and pulls out a bloodied piece of paper, handing it to me. “Does this mean anything to you, Mammon?”
Fuck no.
My breath gets caught in my lungs as I stare at the familiar poster in my hands.
A cartoon wolf with his throat slit.
“So I guess it’s not a whisper,” I say under my breath, my fingers tightening around the poster, threatening to rip it to shreds.
It’s that fucking “revolution” Asmodeus was trying to warn me about the other day. He said it was all talk, just rumors, but I can’t deny the proof in front of me. None of my brothers would be stupid enough to pull a prank like this; none of them besides Asmodeus even know about it. The four men I spoke to the other day do, but I doubt they’d try something like this. They’d be idiots to do so, especially after we discussed it.
Rage trembles through me. Who the fuck do these people think they are? Who even are they? I hate a lot of things and not having answers makes me feel…
“How’d they get past the gate?” I bark, letting my anger take hold as I toss the poster on the ground. “How the fuck did this happen!”
“Hey, why’s everyone outside?”
I turn and curse under my breath as Bel and Gore come out of the house. Bel’s wearing only my boxers that swim on him, while Gore has one of my shirts on. I don’t even have a chance to appreciate the sight of them before I’m ordering them away. “Go back inside.”
Bel snaps his head back and plants his hands on his hips. “No. Tell us what’s— Aw. Why didn’t you let us join the fun?”
I push him away when he tries to move closer, shaking my head at him, my anger making me a bit too physical. “This isn’t a damn game. I need to find out who did this.”
“We can start by who was on guard duty tonight,” Asmodeus says with a shrug.
I nod. “I want it done now while they’re still out here. Take Luc and Levi with you.”
“And what about us?”
I hold back my groan when I see that Bel and Gore are still here. Damn little shits don’t listen to me. “I told you. Get your asses back inside.”
Bel looks like he wants to argue, but shuts his mouth when Gore slides in front of him. The sweet princess reaches for my hands, big brown eyes looking up at me. “Should we be worried?”
Sighing, I drop a kiss to his forehead while giving Bel a meaningful look, providing each of them with what they need. If not what they need, then as much as I am capable of giving them in our current situation. “No, princess.”
But as Luc, Leviathan, and Asmodeus leave to interview the guards, and as I take Bel and Gore back to bed, I can’t help but feel like the worst has only begun.