Page 46 of Conan
Nobody will know this hits close to home for her. And we aim to keep it that way.
Infinitely.
The only reason we decided to go that route and include that message is so that it will bring awareness to women around the globe. These things can happen and do, we have to be cognizant of the people we allow into our circle and do our due diligence in keeping ourselves safe and protected.
Case in point, don’t trust an open drink you plan on sipping on later to anyone. Period. Don’t let yourself become vulnerable, at the end of the day, nobody cares more about your welfare than you do.
“Why is my road name Lucifer in this book?” Xavier asks, dipping a chip into the seven layer bean dip before shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Luna and I are going over the last few chapters of her book, mapping it out and the guys decided we should do this while barbecuing.
“Because you’re the devil,” I return, grinning at him.
“It’s a good comparison because he is the spawn of Satan,” Marcum mumbles.
“Now you admit it!” Xavier shouts, causing us all to jump, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother. “Told you our ancestors were raised from the underground, Demi.”
“Why are you stuck on us being ascended from down under?” Marcum questions, shooting lasers from his eyes toward Xavier. “Our parents aren’t descended from demons, you need to get over that and stop telling everyone we’re from the hot zone.”
I mean, we were born and do live in Texas, isn’t that the same thing?
“Dammit,” Luna groans, “get your foot out of my ribs, kid. That hurts.”
Xavier tilts his head toward the side, eyes leveled on Marcum, “Any more questions? Your kid likes inflicting pain. Point made.”
“Xavier,” I giggle. “That’s a normal action. Babies only have so much room to move in the womb. They have to stretch and switch positions.”
My man sticks out his bottom lip, unhappy about being wrong in his thinking. “Whatever. Back to our original topic, I’d rather be named Hades. It’s more badass than Lucifer. You could call Marcum ‘Poseidon’, fuck knows he likes wheeling his gavel around like it’s a trident.”
“I like the name she gave me,” Marcum admits, flipping the burgers on the grill.
Lies—all lies, I saw the way he cringed when she told him what she was referring to him as in her upcoming novel.
But I have to give him props because he supported it and didn’t argue with her about it. Like everything else when it comes to Luna, he just rolls with the punches.
Unless she does something ludicrous like dance on bars when she’s front heavy and her equilibrium is off balanced.
“I’m sure you do, Widowmaker,” Xavier snorts. “That’s a mouthful, I’d break it down to Widow because that’s what I’m gonna make Luna if you burn my burger. Flip, man, flip!”
“I just did,” Marcum growls. “If you don’t like the way I’m cooking them, come do it yourself.”
“I tried, you kicked me off the grill and stole my spatula,” Xavier groans. “You’re such a control freak.”
“The outside of the meat was cooking faster than the middle. Everyone knows you put the patties outside of the flame, not directly on it,” Marcum scolds.
Luna’s and my head volleys back and forth between the two, both of us finding this entire banter amusing.
“Burnt edges are all the rave now,” Xavier counters, crossing his arms across his chest, and sulking.
“Yeah, on briskets,” Marcum argues.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two. If y’all don’t stop now, you’ll be rolling around in the yard trying to best each other. I want to eat, dammit. I’ll starve if you guys decide to see whose dick is the biggest,” Luna complains.
“Mine is,” Xavier quickly puts out there.
“Bullshit, I got the best attributes, you got all my leftovers,” Marcum contends.
“That’s a lie, you were the trial child, you got the bare minimum in case you were a dud, and I got the better, bigger quantities,” Xavier asserts. “Which includes the size of my dick.”
My eyes cross as I try to interpret his words to where they make sense in my head. Boy, when my man gets going, his brain takes a backseat to his statements. I think it was the word quantity that threw me for a loop.