Chapter One
Jay
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Hello! Sorry for interrupting, but we’re going to be late.”
I glanced at Scotty, the man with the most beautiful face I’d ever seen, which was currently scrunched up with concern. Him? I’d follow him to Hell—which happened to be just over the river and around the corner.
I went to the door and peeped through the hole. “Who the fuck are you?”
Standing on the other side of our condo door was a guy who rivaled me in height and weight. He was a good-looking bastard. If I didn’t have the most beautiful angel in Heaven or Hell, I’d have tried to get the dude to bang me. I’d challenge anyone to ignore him.
A petite creature stepped around the guy, wearing a big grin as they stared at the peephole. “Good day, General Ad Hoc Frick. Could you open the door?”
I did as they asked. The small demon bowed before offering a big smile.
“You may not remember me, but my name is Er’on. We’re here to assist you with your relocation. I’d like to re-introduce you to Brokorol, president of the Hellhounds Motorcycle Club and personal guard for Prince Beelzebub. We’ve come to accompany you to the Human Realm to ensure you make it out of the underworld without altercation. Beelzebub will brief you at your home in Sacramento.”
The hot guy extended his hand. “Call me Brok, sir.”
“Sir?”
I turned to see Scotty chuckling behind me. “You’ve got him mistaken for someone else.”
Er’on retrieved a piece of paper from inside their vest, unfolding it quickly. They looked at the open door to see the number before their eyes returned to the paper.
“Are we not at the home of the Alba Protectoris and the General Ad Hoc of the Order of Hades?” The petite person seemed quite worried.
“No, no. You’re at the right place. My angel is a smartass that’s all.”
I grabbed Scotty’s hand and pulled him forward. “Don’t forget your manners, dear.”
My angel squeezed my hand to the point I thought he’d break it, so I jerked away. We’d been in Limbo for a month, only making a brief venture topside to attend Keir and Dash’s wedding.
Scotty and I were fully bonded, which meant we were together as much as possible. Any extra time we had when we weren’t searching for an entity that had wronged Lucifer or the CelestialCouncil in some way, we were in bed and wrapped in each other’s arms.
My beautiful man never got on my nerves, which was a happy surprise. I didn’t get on his either, which was even more of a shocker. I usually got on everyone’s nerves.
Beelzebub had admitted that he’d gotten me fired from my job with the Division of Children and Family Services in Sacramento County. Thankfully, he’d also been able to fast-talk me back into the job, though I would be on probation. I had to get back before Beelz beat the hell out of another foster parent or scared the shit out of another neighbor kid.
“I’m sorry. I don’t hear many people call Jaysir. Please, call me Scotty. We’re just packing up. Can we get you something to drink?” Scotty was always a considerate host.
“Forget drinks. Come help me with this—wait, how many of you are there? Hellhounds, I mean.”
“As many as we need. Brok can create guards in his own likeness, so we always have enough. Each of the princes has a guard who can generate as much help as they need. Now, please allow us to help you with your things. After we get you settled into your home, we’ll bring the Prince back to Hades.”
I shook my head and chuckled. “The Prince. That shit is still funny. Babe, I made you coffee.”
Er’on stepped forward. “Master Brok, would you like some coffee?”
“Uh...”
The hellhound seemed a little nervous, so I looked at his companion. “Help yourselves. We’ll be right back.”
I took Scotty’s arm and led him back to the bedroom, closing the door. “You think they’re who they say?” I kept my voice down, though it usually didn’t matter with otherworldly creatures because they could hear everything.
“Oddly, yes. They seem to be honest. I realize they’re demons, but I get the impression they are dedicated to Beelzebub. I don’t think they’d do anything to cause him embarrassment, do you?”
