Hallows: The Golden Viper

Nah, She Loves Me

Pierce The Veil- Stay Away From My Friends

B.B.

Ro is laying back with his eyes closed as I trace the lines of the tattoos on his chest. He's still inside of me and still very hard but he feels distant. I know he's thinking about what to do with his parents. I hate that he's not here with me. I hate that I'm not here with him. That we kind of just used one another as an outlet. That it made sense to both of us.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on with you?" I break the silence because I just can't f*****g help it.

"I don't," he opens his eyes and wraps his arms around me. He rolls us over so he's on top. He looks down between us and smiles. I gasp when he pulls out and pushes back in gently. "Do you want to talk about what happened with Chance?"

"Not really," I groan when he pushes all the way inside and moves his hips in a circular motion.

He sits up lifting my hips and watches as he slides in and out of me. The look on his face is hot as hell. We've been doing this for hours now. Just avoiding everything and slowly taking out our frustration with this. He picked me up from school since I destroyed my jeep. Ahsan said I'm going to have to get a new one. I f****d up more than the windows and he has no idea how we were able to drive it back here.

"You just get tighter and wetter," he growls leaning into me again. His teeth latch onto my n****e and he sucks until it hurts.

"Ro," I dig my nails into his arm.

"Come for me, baby," he thrusts into me harder and picks up the pace.

He lets go of my n****e and goes to the other one. I laugh trying not to. He growls and goes for my neck. I scream as soon as his teeth clamp down on the little spot just under my ear and I come. His evil little laugh pisses me off as he keeps thrusting into me drawing my orgasm out.

"f**k," my entire body spasms with delight.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" he growls.

He sits back again this time taking me up with him. I rock my hips wanting to do that again.

"Hey," Lucien''s voice startles me a little as he pounds on Ro's bedroom door. "You guys have been in there for five f*****g hours. You know we can feel it, right? Cut your s**t out. I'm trying to edit my f*****g video,"

"Oh, s**t," I laugh.

"Don't laugh," Ro growls when I clamp down around him.

"I'm serious, guys. I have a deadline," Lucien sighs.

"You can join us," Ro calls back.

"As fun as that sounds, I seriously have to finish this by tonight. Please, stop torturing me and finish," he says and walks away.

"You heard him," I say looking down at Ro.

"Fine, I'm going to need you to bend over for me," he sighs annoyed. I laugh but I do what he says anyway. Fast or slow, Ro always gives me what I want.

I get off the bed. He pushes me down onto the bed and lifts my right leg up on the bed before slamming back inside of me. I cry out arching back. He doesn't hesitate to grip a handful of my hair to keep me in this position. It doesn't take long for him to finish but I know he's upset about having to do it. The two of us lay naked on the bed for a while.

"Do you want to talk now?" I ask. He groans and sits up. I laugh and roll off the bed to get cleaned up. "I'm going to take a shower,"

"If you go in there, Lucien is going to come in here and kill us both," he chuckles.

"I'll lock the door,"

"Bon-bon," he says in Spanish.

"Stop flirting with me. He's going to be pissed," I say and shut the door behind me. I take a quick shower and get my clothes on. He's still lying naked on the bed when I walk out. He sits up and walks into the bathroom. I lean against the sink as he showers. "Rodrigo, we have to talk about this,"

"Will you drop it after?" he sighs.

"Yes, sir. Immediately,"

"She tried to kill me, B. My dad's not going to let me retaliate. They're fighting and it's f*****g with the business. What if the other families move in on them while they're like this? I don't want to lose this s**t over some washed-up ass old hag and her unwillingness to see that she's not strong enough to keep it going anymore," he opens the glass and reaches for one of the towels to wrap around his hips. I step in front of him watching as the water drips down his glorious body. "What's worse is that she's out here trying to f**k with you, baby. She's giving the hunters information,"

"There's an easy way to fix this," I put my hands on his wet chest. He smiles but doesn't stop me.

"I know. By killing them," he nods.

"No, not by killing them. Just send them away,"

"Or I can kill them and save our resources," he counters. I look up at him. "Don't give me that face,"

"What face? This is my face," I laugh.

"The please don't do this face. B.B. I know you want to help and that you want what's best for me but if I don't kill them then I'm going to look weak,"

"That is the stupid reason,"

"I have a lot of reasons and that is the least important one," he grabs my shoulders and turns us until he's in front of the door.

He turns away and walks out into his room. I lean against the door frame so I can watch him get dressed. I love watching him and Carson get ready for the day. They have a routine and well, I'm a sucker for a good routine. Especially in the mornings when they shave. I don't know why it's so hypnotizing.

"What if-"

"You want to kill my mom, I'm not going to stop you," he shrugs. I laugh.

"I wasn't going to say that," I lie. He looks back at me as he tucks his dress shirt into his slacks.

"No?" he smirks. I haven't quite nailed Ro's nickname. He's not a sweetie. Not like Carson and he's definitely not my baby like Lucien. Love seems a little too lazy to me. I'll get it eventually.

"Ro, I just know it's not going to be easy to carry that. It's not that I don't think you can handle it. I just don't want you to,"

"My situation with her isn't the same as yours with your mother. My mother doesn't care about anything but herself. She's not suffering. She's just f*****g nuts,"

"Fine. If I can't appeal to your sympathetic side, let's make it business," I shrug. He grins and urges me to continue as he goes over to the dresser to get a belt.

"I'm listening,"

"The hunters want David to get to me. We can use him to lure her out and whatever apostles Belecov has with her. We need to take out her minions before Del and Mom move in on her,"

"They'll think she set them up," he looks back at me. "Using the hunter's strategies against them. You're going to get me hard again,"

"Focus," I laugh. "She'll be taken out. Your dad comes down here. We have more men to move in on Goodwill and you don't have to kill both of them. He'll never know and at the very least, you have a useful memory of your mother who sacrificed herself for her own greed. It's a win all the way around,"

"Come here," he sits on the bed. When I get close enough he pulls me onto his lap. "I love you. You know that?"

"Yes," I nod.

"I can try things your way but if they don't kill her, I will. I need her gone. Away from me, you, and the guys. She is a real threat," he looks at my lips. "Why don't you go put something cute on and we can go down to the docks and buy you something pretty? Just us two. No more talking about business or my parents. f**k them. Yeah?"

"Okay, but Lucien is probably going to want to come,"

"I think you can help him out better than I can," he smirks.

"Is that what you think about when you're not thinking about being the big bad crime boss?" I laugh.

"You and Lucien?" he grins. "Yeah, he's there sometimes," he admits. "Only because I love the way he looks at you. It's the same way little catholic ladies look up at the big ass cross in the back of the church. That s**t is intense,"

"Do you know what a satyr is?" I laugh.

"No," he shakes his head.

"It's a half goat half man thing that is basically a boy nymph. All they do is go around causing mischief and f*****g. That describes you perfectly. You might have been a satyr in a past life,"

"That is officially the weirdest compliment I've ever received and I think it should be on s**t my girlfriend says. It will be my first feature,"

"You guys are driving me f*****g crazy with that," I stand up. "Give me twenty minutes,"

"I'll probably need more than that. I'll meet you downstairs when I'm done," he gets up. I open the door to see Lucien's demon, "Beezy" sitting on the floor leaning against Ahsan's door across the way.

"You are a freaky little guy," I say and crouch down in front of him to take a potato chip from the bag on his lap. "Were you listening?"

"Just a little," he smirks as he watches me eat the chip.

"If I catch you a second time, I'm sending you back to hell. I'll tell Chance and I have it on good authority that he's not in a very welcoming mood at the moment," I dust my hands off on his lap. The smile on his face drops. "Apologize to me and I won't tell Lucien,"

"You're a little asshole," he laughs. "Please forgive me, Princess. I didn't mean to offend,"

"Sure thing, Beezy. You should try the Sea Salt and Vinegar ones. They're extra crunchy," I stand up and start to make my way down to my room. His humiliation floods my body making me laugh. That smug asshole. I can't believe he was sitting there listening.

"f**k, I just jizzed my pants a little," he pants out.

"Get the f**k out of here, Beezy," Ro growls at him. "Pinche demonio pendejo"

The door slams shut making me laugh.

"f*****g little brat. He's lucky I'm in a f*****g meat suit," he grumbles and gets up.

I find Lucien behind my desk with my headphones on. I'm going to have to expand my workstation and give him his own s**t if he's going to be in here all the time. I really don't like anyone touching my stuff. Even if he is really got damn beautiful. I tap his shoulder startling him. He growls at me.

"Baby, what the hell?" he takes the headphones off.

"I'm sorry," I laugh. "I just wanted to tell you Ro and I are going to the docks once I finish getting ready. In case you want to join us,"

"Aww," he groans. "I really can't though. Midterms are kicking my ass and this s**t with Ro's mom is starting to get annoying. I'm behind on this. I don't think I've ever been tired before,"

"I um," I reach out and shut the door. "I can help for now but you need to promise to be home by midnight tonight so you can get some rest,"

"You don't have to do that. I don't want you out there getting all sleepy. I'm not even that tired," he shakes his head.

"I snuck up on you, Lucien and with the power I took from the incident in Downtown I've got a lot to spear and it's just enough to help you focus on this," I look up at the monitors. "I'm going to need a yes from you right now,"

He looks between me and the monitors and groans. "Fine but not as much as last time. I put my arm through some guy's chest. It freaked Car out a little,"

"It's just a kiss," I grin and sit on his lap. He smirks putting his arm around me while the other immediately goes for my wet hair.

Remy appears behind him as I lean into him and press my lips to his. As soon as she places her hand on his head I feel myself open up to him. The essence inside of me roars to life. The table shakes a little as it reaches out caressing the inside of his mouth as his lips move gently against my own. His hold on me tightens as it spreads through him slowly. He makes a cute little purring sound as he slides his hand up my t-shirt.

He wasn't kidding when he said was tired. This is stressing us all out. I need to fix it quickly. The last thing I need is for this to screw up a chance outside of this hell. I mean, yeah. It's home but it doesn't mean we need to be a prisoner to it. I pull away when the tension in his body leaves.

"f**k, Redbull can suck it," he grins and shakes his head like he wants to shake the initial shock of me penetrating his soul off. I haven't done this to Vic or Ro because they don't come around as much as Lucien does and since he's always close, I practice some of the things I can do with him. Remy releases him and disappears.

"Try not to break anything this time," I tell him and go over to my vanity.

He puts the headphones back on and turns back to the monitors. I don't even have to play music. Just the sound of his low humming and his fingers clicking away is enough to keep me relaxed. This is how it always works with the crows. It's peaceful when we're not doing anything crazy. I don't feel like I have to look over my shoulder constantly and Remy isn't making her stupid little comments about the Devils. I'm sure if Eve could talk she'd be no better than her. Especially since she hasn't forgiven Ro for brushing up against Ahsan's Devil.

Today, I go with softer tones to kind of match Ro's dark gray outfit. A soft gray skirt with a loose white button-up. I laugh at myself because I swear I've seen my mom wear this before. Just a little less elegant than her. She didn't like to wear short skirts or anything that would show off her curves too much.

I used to think that she did it because Dad was possessive but I see now that she wanted to keep a certain image of herself in the media. And I love that she did it for my Grandma's sake. What Grandma didn't know wouldn't kill her. My sweet catholic mama. She'd have a heart attack if she knew the truth. I don't do anything too dramatic to stand out the way Delilah does. Even the media thinks I'm boring.

"You look so f*****g entitled, right now," Delilah says when I get to the library. "Are you going to see Mrs. H?"

"No, I'm going on a shopping date with Ro,"

"Oh," she nods. "Then yeah. You look good,"

"I thought you were going to New City today,"

"Nat is covering for me. I'm helping Lucien with some Fallen T.V. s**t. The audio is garbage,"

"What is he working on?"

"There's a glare in some of the shots. Beezy told him but he didn't listen," she shrugs.

"This is getting ridiculous," I sigh and take my holster from the bottom drawer at my desk. I slip it on and when I turn around James is standing there with my gray jacket and my bag. "What do you think James?"

"I think we should start phase one," he answers. "Unless you were talking about your attire in which case, perfection, Miss,"

"f*****g spoiled," Delilah laughs.

"I wasn't but thank you," I laugh. "Okay, James thinks we should start phase one,"

"What's phase one?" Delilah asks.

"Book an appointment at The Queen's Throne. Would you like to get your nails and or hair done with me tomorrow? I know you're not on the schedule,"

"How do you know that?" she laughs.

"Carson uses my iPad for that,"

"Pass, Tecia doesn't like me. Take Nat with you. Those bitches love feeding the hounds. Probably cause they're all were fuckers,"

"What?" I laugh.

"Yeah, werewolves in the Eastside. Why do you think we hate it there? Goodwill's the alpha. Tecia's his number two,"

"Holy s**t. I didn't know that. Yeah, okay. Werewolves. Anything else?"

"The little chick with the dreads. She's a strong-ass witch from some crazy ass royal bloodline in Africa. There are twelve of those. That one is mated to Goodwill. Don't f**k with her. She's hella chill and if something happened to her, the witches and the wolves would come after us. Lots of casualties cause those f***s go all out when it comes to their Queen,"

"Okay. That is a very good note. I just want to be friends with them,"

"Then take Nat," she nods. "What are you gonna do? Try to turn her against Goodwill. Make her alpha. You get a wolfie bestie and I can get my hands on that sweet African Voodoo,"

"Good lord," James places his hand on his chest. "The two of you working together is trouble,"

"I would have to kill Trey, right?" I ask. She nods. "Okay, I'll take Dec with me as well,"

"What is his deal? Why is he being all B.B. all of a sudden?"

"I don't understand the question," I roll my eyes.

"He's being a f*****g downer. Sighing and being grumpy all over the place. You know, like you," she smirks.

"There you are," Ro comes over to us.

He looks her over with distaste. His judgment is hilarious. He's always telling her she should dress better. So is Carson. I think she's wearing overalls and combat boots just to piss them off on purpose. The two messy buns are super cute.

"Suh, pretty boy," she flips him off.

"You're a f*****g disgrace," he smirks.

'Thank you," she cackles. "f*****g p***y,"

"We should go," I say taking his hand.

"Yeah, maybe we can buy your sister a better personality," he laughs.

"There is no better personality. Maybe you can pay someone to pull that stick out of your ass,"

"Jesus," I pull him towards the door. "You guys need to stop talking to each other like that,"

"Nah, she loves me," he pats my head. "It's the little one that scares me,"

"What little one?" I ask.

"Stacy," he answers. "You know the girls are starting to refer to her as the fairy,"