“BABY COME BACKKKK!” I hear them howl, but weight and knees be damned, I sprint down those stairs like Usain Bolt, parkouring and shit.
Hell?! Demon King?! Cerberus?! Fuck outta here with that shit! I might be in love, but I’m not a fucking dummy!
CHAPTER SIX
MELANIE
The cold winter air bites at my cheeks, but I barely feel it over the heat of my own fear. My head is fucking spinning.
Fucking Cerberus. Fucking demons KINGS! Bruh…
The three-headed beast that guards the gates of hell, oh, my bad, I meanoneof the hells. They got me out here like the screaming Black woman meme.
I’m not even mad that they’re Cerberus… I… I m-might be able to handle that kinda… but HELL?! Mannnnnn…. Hell and demons and shit? I don’t know no Black person that would willingly be like, “yeah, that’s some cool ass shit.”
Even if I’m not overly religious, I’m like NLE Choppa, I don’t fuck withthatguy.
When I reach a small, quiet park, I sit on a frozen bench, staring at my shaking hands, my heart still pounding, wondering if Ireally saw what I saw. I close my eyes, placing my hands on my head, shaking my leg, and still having to pee. Not to mention my dumb ass ran out with no shoes on and now it’s starting to lightly snow.Snow in Cali? What the fuck is this?!
“Hey, you alone, pretty girl?” I look up to see an attractive white man in a suit who would definitely be my type if I didn’t have Sye, but…
“I—” Before I can even finish half a sentence, he’s lifted, his feet dangling in the air, shaking, his throat squeezed as he gurgles, and my heart skips a beat, but I immediately know who it is. I grit my jaw, fisting my hands.
“Put. Him. Down. Sye!” I grit out, and to my dismay, the man goes flying in the air, landing with a hard ass mother fucking thud that has me shooting out of my seat so I can go to check on him, but I can’t even make it a step before all three pairs of their arms are around me.
God, what the fuck is my life right now?!
“Love.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Baby.”
They call me, their voices vibrating straight through into my spine, making me weak in the knees.
“Let me go,” I say, though my voice lacks any real bite.
“You know we’re not going to do that, baby,” Enzo speaks, and I sigh, wondering when I started being able to tell them apart.
“So what now?” I mumble, and a hand cups my chin. I lift my head to see it’s Yamir, and I see they are watching me with anguish clear as damn day on their faces that I can clearly read even in the shadows of the winter trees. Their ears are down, twitching at every distant siren, and their tails are hanging low. Just seeing that makes my heart ache despite my fear.They look miserable…They look like three men who just realized they lost the only thing that matters.
“We’re going to take you home,” Enzo whines, burying his face in my neck as he picks me up, and Yamir drops to his knees right there in the dirt and wipes off my feet, using his hands to warm them before puts warm socks and slippers on me.
“And we beg you not to leave us.” His voice cracks, still on his knees as Slater takes my hands and warms them, placing gloves on.
“And plead with you to continue to love us,” Slater whimpers.
I don’t even know what to say. I’m scared shitless and I should run for the fucking hills, but being in their arms has me melting and not thinking clearly, so I just let them walk back to the penthouse, my head resting on Enzo’s chest while Slater and Yamir hold my hands, getting us a shit ton of looks, but that doesn’t faze them at all, nor does it make them drop my hand. If anything, it just makes them hold me tighter.
Once we get to our place, the doorman immediately opens the door for us, and the staff bows as we go up the elevator. The second the door clicks shut behind us, the air in the room changes, and I’m shocked to see that the house is back in order and the stains on my couch are gone.
When I’m set down, they all go to their knees and rest their heads on my lap, looking up at me with those dark, intense eyes.
“We smell fear on you,” Slater growls.
“Are you scared of us, sweetheart?” Yamir whines.
“I…” I don’t know what to say to them because I’d be lying if I said I’m not.
