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An Excerpt from Fire and Brimstone…Lucifer’s Story….

Fire & Brimstone

Chapter 1

 

            “You’re fired,” Lucifer bit out as he openly glared at the small woman sitting across from him, silently daring her to argue with him, again.

            Five goddamn long years he’d been trying to fire the woman staring back at him through deceptively innocent baby blue eyes and every single time she’d somehow managed to get out of it, but not today.

            This time she’d gone too far.

            “Is this about the uniforms?” Rebecca Shaw, the bane of his existence, asked with a slight frown that only managed to piss him off more.

            “Yes,” he snarled at the little hypochondriac that missed more days than all his other employees combined as he somehow resisted the urge to throttle the meddling woman that had made his life a living hell since the day that he’d foolishly hired her.

            Her frown deepened as she glanced over her shoulder at the stack of boxes that had arrived an hour ago. “Did they mess up the order?” she asked, having the balls to look adorably confused as she returned her attention back to him.

            “You could say that,” he said, honestly surprised that he hadn’t resorted to shouting at the little pain in the ass yet.

            He glanced at the Coca Cola clock hanging above the door and noted that it was still early. It usually took her a good ten minutes or so to reduce him to monosyllabic words and incoherent rants yelled at the top of his lungs.

            “Damn it!” she groaned, getting to her feet and shaking her head in disbelief as she walked over to the boxes that were being returned first thing in the morning and ripped open the box sitting by the door. “I was hoping we’d be able to have them by this Friday,” she explained as she pulled out a black tee shirt and inspected it.

            “I’m sure you were,” he said dryly as he watched her inspect a few of the shirts and aprons in the box.

            “I’m not seeing a problem,” she said with that damn small sigh of hers that always grated on his nerves as she looked at the shirt in her hands and started the inspection process all over again.

            “Don’t you?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair and-

            “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded when the woman that he should have realized was crazy years ago, pulled off her off-white Fire & Brimstone tee shirt and tossed it on his desk, leaving her in a black bra that looked like it was struggling to keep the large pale breasts that she’d somehow managed to stuff in it from bursting free.

            “Trying on the new uniform,” she explained with an expression that clearly told him that it should have been more than obvious what the crazed woman was doing while he sat there, watching helplessly as she reached up and adjusted her bra, wondering where he’d gone wrong.

            It was in that moment that he would forever be grateful that he was an ass man, otherwise-

            “Don’t. Even. Fucking. Think. Of, it,” he bit out, stressing every syllable to make sure that she’d heard him.

            She stopped unbuttoning her pants, opened her mouth to argue, but something in his expression must have clued the psychotic woman into the fact that he was seconds away from throttling her with his bare hands, because she released a long-suffering sigh that would put every man in his family to shame, and fixed her pants.

            “I still don’t see the problem,” she said, gesturing to the shirt that she’d had absolutely no business ordering.

            “That’s because you’re-where the hell are you going?” he demanded when she suddenly turned around and left without another word, making her escape just as he was about to fire her ass and bringing his rage to the homicidal stage

            He sat there for another minute, refusing to chase after her. He’d planned on firing her in his office, had actually fantasized about it, and he was damn well going to do it in his fucking office. He opened his mouth to demand that she get her ass back in there so that he could live out his fantasy when the next words out of her mouth had him releasing a vicious curse and racing for the door.

            “Hey, Tim! What do you think of the new uniforms?”

            He was going to kill her, he decided as he stormed out of his office and across the taproom to find the little pain in the ass showing everyone the uniform that she’d ordered behind his back.

            “Oh my god! I love it!” Abigail, his bar manager, gushed approvingly, further pissing him off because there was nothing wrong with the fucking uniforms that he’d designed five years ago.

            “It’s about damn time,” Tim said with a smile that quickly disappeared when he spotted Lucifer coming towards them.

            “I think this will go a lot better with the new…,” Rebecca started to explain only to let her words trail off with a resigned sigh when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. “Didn’t we talk about the manhandling?” she asked as she settled in over his shoulder, getting comfortable as he walked back to his office.

            “We need to have a little chat,” he calmly explained, deciding that there really was no need to yell and ruin this momentous occasion.

            “Another one?” she asked, not sounding particularly worried as he carried her back to his office, pausing only long enough to kick the door shut behind him before he deposited his unwanted waitress in the rickety old chair he saved for just such an occasion and returned to his desk, satisfied that everything was as it should be.

            He sat down, cleared his throat and opened his mouth to recite the speech that he’d been working on since the moment he’d realized his mistake hiring her, but after a slight pause he closed his mouth and instead took a long, satisfying breath, deciding to savor the moment.

            It was a mistake and part of him knew that when he decided to do it, but after five long years of hell and bullshit he hadn’t been able to help himself. After all the crazy bullshit she’d brought into his life he’d wanted to savor that one precious moment when he finally freed himself of her.

            “I was hoping to talk to you this morning,” his own personal reminder that hell did in fact exist, said as she stood up and walked around his desk, but this time he’d been prepared and stacked a large pile of folders on the corner of his desk so that she couldn’t-

            “What the hell do you think you’re doing” he demanded as she simply walked past the large pile of folders he’d stacked to keep her off her customary spot and hopped up on his desk and sat down.

            Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

            “Nothing,” she said, shooting him a frown as though he was the one that had lost his goddamn mind.

            “Move,” he bit out between clenched teeth as she lazily crossed one leg over the other, leaned back and grabbed-

            “Please tell me that you’re fucking kidding me,” he said when the crazed woman reached back and grabbed the clipboard that had helped make his life a living hell over the past five years.

            He still wasn’t sure how she did it, but whenever she felt the urge to see if he was willing to do ten to life behind bars for manslaughter, she pulled that damn clipboard out. She never carried it around, but it always seemed to be within her reach, something that had driven him nuts until he realized that he was allowing this small, plump pain in the ass to have that much power over him. Once he’d figured it out, he’d forced himself not to care that she was able to pull the fucking torture device from thin air and ruin his whole fucking day with just a few key, “points.”

            “I had to switch Jenn to the morning shift, because I have an appointment this morning, but I should be back in time for the lunch rush,” she began, trying to prolong the inevitable and bringing this whole thing to a new level of fucking pathetic.

            “There’s no point in you coming back,” he explained before finally adding, “you’re fired.”

            “Uh huh,” she mumbled absently, clearly ignoring him, which unfortunately for her was one of the things that he pissed him off the most about her.

            Well, to be honest he hated a lot of things just about everyone. Except for his family. He tolerated them, because he had to or his mother would probably beat the shit out of him.

            Then his father would of course feel obligated to kick his ass for upsetting his mother.

            Then his brothers would try to kick his ass. That is, if he survived the ass whooping from his father, which wasn’t likely. So, for self-preservation, he tolerated his family.

            To a point.

            He might have to acknowledge them and refrain from killing them when they annoyed the shit out of him, but he didn’t have to let them in his restaurant no matter how much they bitched and God, did they bitch.

            “I’ll be back for the lunch rush,” the thorn in his side said, reminding him that he was supposed to be living out his fantasy.

            There was no way in hell that he was allowing her to ruin this for him. He’d dreamed of doing this and now he was going to savor every second of it.

            “You’re fired,” he repeated, taking perverse satisfaction in letting those words roll off his tongue.

            “I had John go through the refrigerator this morning and clean it out today instead of tomorrow since we’re getting our delivery tomorrow morning,” she said with a little frown that he refused to find adorable as she absently reached down, grabbed his coffee and took a sip before he could stop her. As soon as she was done, he took the cup away from her.

            “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” he asked with a glare as the frustrating woman took the cup out of his and took another sip before handing it back to him, leaving him sitting there, glaring at the woman that refused to leave.

            “I also had to let go of Jeff this morning,” she said, grabbing his attention in a big way.

            “You did what?” he snapped, taking note of the time and absently noting that she’d set a new record for making him yell.

            “I fired him,” she said with a shrug as though it was no big deal.

            It was a big fucking deal!

            “Who the hell do you think you are firing one of my employ-,” he started to demand only to get cut off and left speeches by the little brat as she tossed him her clipboard, hopped off his desk and headed for the door.

            “He was calling hookers from the business line and using petty cash to pay them. Well, I’ll be back in a few hours!” she said cheerfully as he sat there, staring at the door long after she’d left, wondering how’d she managed to keep doing this to him.

            It wouldn’t happen again, he promised himself as he grabbed his keys and decided to have a word with the piece of shit that had gotten off way too fucking easily.

 

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17 Responses to “An Excerpt from Fire and Brimstone…Lucifer’s Story….”

  1. Holly arnold says:

    please hurry I can’t wait for the rest … very inpatient person here . love reading your story.

  2. Kimberly says:

    This is great!!! I’m looking forward to an entire book on Lucifer. This is going to be one hell of a story. RL, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to write the most amazing stuff!!!

  3. Susanne says:

    Really good….I can’t wait for the NFH continuations! These people are a roller coaster of fun!!

  4. Jean says:

    I took a screen shot of the book progress bars last week so I could check back and (hopefully!) get my fix soon. I’m obsessed and not proud of myself. This book looks like another winner. I love the witty exchanges.

    Soon please??

  5. Jessica says:

    I just have to say, I read every day (about a book every 2 days), and you are one of my favorite authors!! I have reread NFH several times now! I am constantly checking to see when your next book comes out! I am on pins and needles waiting for Lucifer’s story! Fingers crossed it comes out soon!

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