Page 40 of Conan
Clearing my throat, I say, “Actually–”
Marcum snaps his fingers in my face stopping me. Then he turns to Luna and says, “I didn’t mean it the way you took it and don’t call me Kodiak, woman!”
“Hey, Xavier,” I hear my name called by Demi.
“Yeah, Demoness?” I call back.
“Watch this,” she suggests. I watch with rapture as she uses Joey’s head to steady herself before lifting her right knee, gripping David’s hair by the roots and slamming it down on her knee.
“That’s the second time I’ve heard the cartilage snap in his nose,” Risk advises.
“She must really hate his nose,” Luna surmises, before hollering, “Rip it off, Demi! It’s so big it takes up his entire face! It’s as ugly and fat as he is!”
“Jesus, fuck, Moon,” Marcum says, looking at her with a befuddled look, unlike any he’s ever given her. Her vicious streak has his brain addled and like mush.
“What? You can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl,” she excuses. “I’ve seen some shit.”
“Probably all from Demi,” Marcum murmurs underneath his breath. “I’m not sure if she’s a bad influence on you or not.”
“I’m not a goody two-shoes, Marcum,” she berates him. “I do bad shit too.”
“I’m sure you do, Luna,” Marcum snorts.
“What? You don’t believe me?” She looks ready to brawl so I slowly begin to move out of harm's way, these pregnancy hormones are unpredictable. Luna never used to lose her temper like she has here recently and I make a mental note to grab her a box full of chocolates, as well as a gift card to her favorite retail site to get on her good side.
I want to continue to be one of her favorite people. Ain’t no way I'm gonna let her put my balls in a vice. Hell to the no I’m not. Because no matter how hard she goes at me, she’s still family, as well as a woman, and I would never lift a hand to her in any capacity, even if it’s because I’m defending myself from her slapping hands.
I’m not sure what my brother is saying to his old lady, but whatever it is, he’s doing so in a cooing tune. Which I’m tucking into my memory bank so I can tease him about later. That’s what little brothers are for.
“Hey, Demi?”
“Yes, biker man,” she purrs, releasing a one, two hit on Liam’s temple.
“You’re giving Luna a lady boner,” I tell her. “How much longer are you going to play? I’ve been without you for days, and my dick is hurting.”
“Give me five more minutes, Xavier,” she says as she kicks out her right foot and nails Niles in the cheek with the sole of hertennis shoes. “Then you can put these assholes on ice while I take care of your problem.”
“Appreciate it, baby,” I state.
“I’ll always take care of my man,” she promises, bending her knee and smacking Niles with the top of her foot, nailing him directly between the eyes and at the top of the bridge of his nose.
“Bullseye!” I hear Luna cheer.
“Woman! Get off the top of the bar!” Marcum screams, panic laced in his voice. “Jesus fuck you’re going to give me a heart attack. Your balance is off, and you promised me you’d stay behind it, not on top of it!”
My woman giggles when she hears Marcum’s outcry, twisting her head and watching as my brother frantically tries to gently lift Luna by the hips. But seeing as she’s a little rounder in that area, and she’s wiggling like a worm, he’s having issues getting a good grip on her.
I hear the group of my brothers whine and cup their nut sacks.
“Demi!” Hemi yells out her name.
“What’s up, Hemi?” Demi questions, her hands and feet moving like a ninja as she continues her assault on the recliner’s occupants.
“Dump your man and run away with me. Marry me and I’ll treat you like a queen!” Hemi roars.
“The fuck did you just say?” I ask, turning around and charging him. I get a good grip on him, drag him to the floor, and before I know it, we’re trading blows. I don’t know how long we go atit, but before I’m done whooping his ass, I’m dragged away from him.
“Calm down, Xavier,” Marcum orders. “He was only teasing.”
