~~Young~~

Chapter Twenty

   “You may want to watch you tone,” he warned him as he glowered down to Bobby, “mortal.”

   “Answer the damn question,” Bobby hissed unperturbed, “who is the woman?”

   Keep stretching your neck up like that, Gage thought to himself, it’ll give me a cleaner swing. As it was his could feel that icy cold burning in his palm, his blade just a thought away.

   “Someone you know though I can’t say well,” he continued with his game.

   Was he wavering in his decision to tell Bobby the truth, not at all just…okay fuck it he was. But only because Gage was beginning to feel like there was something amiss here.

   “Oh enough with this,” Bobby threw his hand in the air, “I tire of this ruse and will not play to it any longer.”

   Feeling confirmed.

   “What ruse?” Gage said slowly.

   “I know you are here to deceive me, to try and put another in the place of my niece but I will not hear it.”

   Gage opened his mouth and floundered for words. He wanted so desperately to ask how Bobby knew but he knew that would just make him look weak. Knowledge was power, doubt was weakness, and to ask would show a chink in Gage’s mental armor.

   “Would it not have been better that way Bobby,” he said instead, “that way you would not have been faced with the burden of destroying your own blood?”

   He waved a hand in the air dismissively, “what is family but a social requirement, blood or no I want an end to these Angels and the trouble they cause for me. And it’s Senator Preston to you.”

   Now he wasn’t hiding his resentment as his gaze turned to slits, “she is your blood Senator. You cannot possibly ask me to kill your own sister’s child?”

   “I can and I am,” the Senator gave a tug on his suit to right it, lifting his chin in that haughty manner once more, “kill Sera. Her death all the more proves I will do whatever it takes to protect my work.”

   “She is your family,” Gage gritted out once more.

   “And you are a demon from hell,” he said with boredom, “One I was told would kill on order without reservations. An order you yourself agreed to fulfill upon signing of the contract.” He snapped his fingers-in another very Lucifer like gesture- and one of the men approached, pulling a folded yellow slip from his coat pocket, “of course I shouldn’t be surprised that you breeched our contract considering you couldn’t even respect that of our Lord.”

   “Lucifer?” Gage pulled his head back in surprise, “I have broken no contract-”

   “You stole a soul-”

   “I stole nothing,” Gage cut a hand through the air as he shouted, “nothing that belonged to my Lord.”

   “That isn’t what our Lord was told by Michael,” the man grinned deviously, “Truthfully I think Lucifer was hoping he was merely mistaken, that he wouldn’t have to destroy you.”

   Michael, Gage cursed in his head over and over again. He should have known that he would have been hanging around just so he could tattle on Gage. Of course he would have assumed it was God he would have gone to not Lucifer…no…no that was the best way to get Gage’s balls cracked now wasn’t it? God had no power over him, but Lucifer did, oh that damned winged rat was in for a world of hurt the next time Gage saw him.