Chapter 10
They never listen
Lolli-Gag
We continue down the dark hall that shouldn’t feel darker than the others but does.
The alarms still blare as the lights flicker.
Red. White. Red. White. Jagger is in front, with Killian behind him as Lucifer drifts at my side while Vinny is on my left.
Quieter than the rest of them. I feel him more than I see him.
“Left,” I say, and they don’t question it.
I’ve been in this place longer than everyone so it’s only right that they trust me to navigate us through this hell hole here.
Fuck! Wrong turn as a guard rounds the corner—then another.
“Stop!” one of them shouts, and I laugh.
“No.” Then everything explodes. Movement. Noise. Bodies colliding. Jagger hits first. Hard and fast like he’s been waiting for it. Killian moves with precision while Lucifer waits a second longer, like he’s choosing before he strikes. Vinny disappears though. That was my first glimpse into him.
The first guard goes down loud. Jagger’s doing.
The second one doesn’t make a sound. Not at all.
I turn and there he is—Vinny. Behind him, the guard is still standing but then he isn’t, he just folds, like something invisible cut the strings holding him up.
No noise. No warning. No struggle, just—gone.
“Pretty,” I say as my smile widens. Vinny glares at me like his kill was nothing. More shouting comes from behind us followed by the sounds of heavy boots coming our way.
“Move!” Jagger snaps, and we do, but fuck! The hall splits into too many different directions.
“Make a decision. There’s too many coming,” Killian growls.
Someone grabs my hand and pulls me, then pushes as the chaos splits us apart.
Killian disappears left as Jagger barrels forward into someone while Lucifer laughs behind me, but then—I’m alone.
I spin in confusion as everything goes silent.
Then a hand grabs me again, pulling me into an empty room.
My head tilts as he places his finger over his lips then points to the window on the door.
We both look out of it and see the guards passing right by. I grin then look at him.
“You’re fast,” I whisper, and he shrugs.
“You’re loud,” he whispers back, making me grin.
“I like it that way.” But he doesn’t say anything. Everything seems to quiet down. The alarms fade and the sounds outside of this room are muted. It’s just me and him.
“You didn’t hesitate,” I say as his eyes snap to mine.
“I don’t.”
I step closer to him, crowding his space. He doesn’t move. Interesting. “Most people do.”
“I’m not most people,” he says as his arm lifts and his fingers graze my cheek.
“Neither am I,” I say as something passes through him. His eyes darken and he licks his lips. He shifts and leans his back against the door, and I move with him, leaning in close enough to feel his breath fan against my face. “You saw it, didn’t you?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says, and I smile.
“Good.”
The lights in the hall flicker again as something crashes down the hall. His hands find my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“You should stay close,” he says, and I laugh.
“Or what?”
His eyes snap to mine “Or you won’t,” he answers. Why do I like that? Like a lot. My fingers twitch, wanting to touch him.
“Everyone keeps trying to take me somewhere,” I whisper, and his upper lip curls.
“They won’t get far,” he states, and he’s right. I’m not the type of girl that enjoys being told what to do or how to do it.
“That’s true. I like that you don’t ask questions. It makes our time together…”
“Easy,” he says, cutting me off.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Answers don’t change anything,” he says.
“That’s smart.”
“Or dangerous. Depending on how you look at it,” he says, and I laugh.
“Same thing.”
“I like your laugh,” he tells me, and I tilt my head.
“Most people think it’s annoying,” I say, and he cups my face, stunning me into silence.
“I’m not most people. I want to hear that laugh again,” he says in such a serious tone I can’t help but give him what he wants, so I giggle.
“You’re different. I like you,” I say, having decided I want to keep him.
“Great. Now I have to share you with this guy,” Jethro groans, making me giggle again. Vinny tilts his head slightly, running his thumb over my scar.
“So are you.”
“Scary and hideous is what I am. I’m not sure what the hell you see,” I state as his hold tightens on my face.
“Don’t ever speak like that about yourself again. You are perfect, Lolli. Do you hear me?” he whisper shouts, and I nod.
Footsteps echo closer, then voices.
“They’re coming,” Jethro warns, and I take a deep breath as Vinny pushes us away from the door, stepping in front of me. He cups my face, bringing me closer to him.
“Can I kiss you, Ghostgirl?” he asks, and I nod, kissing him first. At first, it’s slow, caring, even tender. My fingers dig into his ribs as I laugh against his mouth.
“No one ever asks. They just take,” I whisper, but he doesn’t stop. My back hits the wall, only harder this time. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me in place. “You can if you want,” I say, and he pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Never without your consent,” he says, then slams his lips against mine as our hands roam against each other, digging, pulling, kneading.
I moan and he growls, biting my bottom lip.
I lift my thigh, pulling him closer to me.
Feeling his hard cock pressed against my stomach, wishing he would just take me.
He reaches down between my legs, and just when I think he’s going to play with me, the door slams open, light from the hall flooding in.
“THERE,” a guard shouts, pointing to us as Vinny whips around, standing in front of me like he’s protecting me from the world. Guards pile in. So many of them, and Vinny moves first, but they rush at him. Taking him away from me. Separating us from one another.
“No!” I shout as a guard grabs me roughly. I thrash, twisting against the prick. “Don’t ruin it!” I yell as Vinny tries to break free. He doesn’t fight wildly like me. He fights smart but there are too many.
They drag us apart as my hand reaches out for him. He latches on to me but as fast as his touch was, is as fast as we are yanked apart. Our eyes lock, not in panic, not in fear, just–longing. A hand roams up my naked thigh, making me growl.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Vinny spits, and the guard laughs.
“Get them all restrained,” he orders, and my smile stretches.
“You should really stop touching me,” I sing, but they don’t listen. Vinny’s gaze never leaves mine, not even as they pull him back. Good. Because this isn’t over. Not even close.
The hallway swallows us. Back into the noise. The alarms, the fucking chaos. And as they drag us away, I start to laugh again and hum a low tune. Hillsboro isn’t just breaking… It's watching us burn through it, and I can’t wait to see who gets charred first.