girl is going to be more of a challenge than I had realized.
“Says de pot t er de kettle,” he laughs.
“ Nah mo’chara, she fancied me, though oi ‘ate ter admit dat she ‘as never tried ter take me ‘um, but it doesn’t matter cos she lost al’ interest in me de second yer walked into me bar. First Adam snags Andy den yer catch de eye av ‘er equally ‘ot friend, tis bleedin’ unfair if yer ask me.” He shakes his head in mock disgust.
I on the other hand can’t control my laughter. “If you start pouting, Irish, I’m fucking out of here.”
He responds with a smile and a finger before retrieving a few beers for waiting customers. I take advantage of my reprieve and let her name roll around in my mind. I bet she spells her name with a Y instead of an ie. The thought brings a smile to my face. Before I get a chance to interrogate Finn on any other bits of information he may have gathered on my next conquest, the air in the room thickens announcing the angel’s arrival.
S everal audible gasps sound out from the women who have been honored with a glance of Azrael’s human form. Even I have to admit the guy is hot. Azrael stands at six foot four, with spiked black hair and eyes to match. The angel oozes with sex appeal. I can’t count how many times woman have fallen to their knees while begging for his touch. It must be nice to have that kind of power. He’s covered his athletic build under a black form fitting Motley Crue t-shirt with a red pentagram in the center with the phrase, “Shout at the devil” below the pagan symbol and a pair of leather pants. I can hear his badass, Goth, shit kickers scuff against the wooden floor as he approaches the bar.
“Why do you always smell like fire and brimstone?” I jokingly ask as I bring the whisky bottle to my lips.
“You’d smell like that to if you just got back from hell, asshole.”
I chuckle at the A ngel’s response. It appears he’s in his usual surly mood today. He orders his own bottle of whisky without looking at the bartender. It’s probably a good thing. Finn looks like he’s about to come in his pants, poor guy. As far as I know the Angel’s only into woman.
“So what’s new with you and your pack , James?”
I give him a run down of the activity of the Omegas and the progress we’ve been making so he can give a report to his boss.
“That’s real fucking fascinating wolf , but what I really want to know is what you’re going to do about the woman who’s got your panties in a bunch.”
The sarcastic tone of his voice only angers me further. I spin in my stool to face the Angel who seems to be getting off at my expense.
“Watch it , Az. I bite remember?”
The A ngel tosses his head back in laughter. “Please, I fight demons from hell and beyond. Creatures so terrifying you’d shit yourself just from their descriptions alone. Fuck, I wouldn’t even need to summon my scythe to kill your sorry ass.”
The sad part is he’s not lying. Well about the shitting myself part, he is, but not about being stronger than I am. That’s not to say I still wouldn’t throw down with him if I had to.
“So my friend, tell me all about this girl.”
I’m about to tell him where he can stick his precious scythe when I’m struck with an idea. “Why don’t you tell me all about her? You’re all fucking knowing.” I don’t know why I didn’t think of this when he first walked in here. Besides having the power to read minds, Azrael can see into the future, not far mind you, because free will keeps constantly changing it, but he can give me some sort of idea of what’s to come.
“Oh no, nice fucking try , James. You know damn well I can’t reveal anything to you, I’m not allowed to interfere.”
Damn, stubborn A ngel.
“Fine you don’t have to tell me if we hook up, I just want to know stuff about her, anything y ou can tell me is appreciated .” Great now I’m reduced to begging, what the hell is happening to
“Says de pot t er de kettle,” he laughs.
“ Nah mo’chara, she fancied me, though oi ‘ate ter admit dat she ‘as never tried ter take me ‘um, but it doesn’t matter cos she lost al’ interest in me de second yer walked into me bar. First Adam snags Andy den yer catch de eye av ‘er equally ‘ot friend, tis bleedin’ unfair if yer ask me.” He shakes his head in mock disgust.
I on the other hand can’t control my laughter. “If you start pouting, Irish, I’m fucking out of here.”
He responds with a smile and a finger before retrieving a few beers for waiting customers. I take advantage of my reprieve and let her name roll around in my mind. I bet she spells her name with a Y instead of an ie. The thought brings a smile to my face. Before I get a chance to interrogate Finn on any other bits of information he may have gathered on my next conquest, the air in the room thickens announcing the angel’s arrival.
S everal audible gasps sound out from the women who have been honored with a glance of Azrael’s human form. Even I have to admit the guy is hot. Azrael stands at six foot four, with spiked black hair and eyes to match. The angel oozes with sex appeal. I can’t count how many times woman have fallen to their knees while begging for his touch. It must be nice to have that kind of power. He’s covered his athletic build under a black form fitting Motley Crue t-shirt with a red pentagram in the center with the phrase, “Shout at the devil” below the pagan symbol and a pair of leather pants. I can hear his badass, Goth, shit kickers scuff against the wooden floor as he approaches the bar.
“Why do you always smell like fire and brimstone?” I jokingly ask as I bring the whisky bottle to my lips.
“You’d smell like that to if you just got back from hell, asshole.”
I chuckle at the A ngel’s response. It appears he’s in his usual surly mood today. He orders his own bottle of whisky without looking at the bartender. It’s probably a good thing. Finn looks like he’s about to come in his pants, poor guy. As far as I know the Angel’s only into woman.
“So what’s new with you and your pack , James?”
I give him a run down of the activity of the Omegas and the progress we’ve been making so he can give a report to his boss.
“That’s real fucking fascinating wolf , but what I really want to know is what you’re going to do about the woman who’s got your panties in a bunch.”
The sarcastic tone of his voice only angers me further. I spin in my stool to face the Angel who seems to be getting off at my expense.
“Watch it , Az. I bite remember?”
The A ngel tosses his head back in laughter. “Please, I fight demons from hell and beyond. Creatures so terrifying you’d shit yourself just from their descriptions alone. Fuck, I wouldn’t even need to summon my scythe to kill your sorry ass.”
The sad part is he’s not lying. Well about the shitting myself part, he is, but not about being stronger than I am. That’s not to say I still wouldn’t throw down with him if I had to.
“So my friend, tell me all about this girl.”
I’m about to tell him where he can stick his precious scythe when I’m struck with an idea. “Why don’t you tell me all about her? You’re all fucking knowing.” I don’t know why I didn’t think of this when he first walked in here. Besides having the power to read minds, Azrael can see into the future, not far mind you, because free will keeps constantly changing it, but he can give me some sort of idea of what’s to come.
“Oh no, nice fucking try , James. You know damn well I can’t reveal anything to you, I’m not allowed to interfere.”
Damn, stubborn A ngel.
“Fine you don’t have to tell me if we hook up, I just want to know stuff about her, anything y ou can tell me is appreciated .” Great now I’m reduced to begging, what the hell is happening to
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