Greed's Charity (Seven Deadly Sins Book 1)

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by R. A. Pollard


  “Get her out of here, Greed!” The angry voice belonged to the one with the blue eyes.

  Isabelle frowned again. Why was everyone so mad?

  “If you don’t remove her, I will!” The tension in the air jumped a few hundred notches as the blue-eyed one took a step forward, his eyes trained on her like she was the devil.

  A form moved before her. She knew in a second it was Mr. Grouchy, his voice stroking over her body as he spoke.

  “You lay a hand on her, and I will tear you apart, Wrath.” There was such ice to his voice, it ripped a giggle from her.

  All five voices stopped and five sets of eyes turned to her as she began to laugh hysterically. This was insane. She was in a room, feeling like she had just woken from an amazing sleep, to be confronted by five Adonis males, some of whom clearly wanted her gone, and one who clearly had no clue on personal boundaries.

  “Out…” The deadly threat in Mr. Grouchy’s voice brought another giggle to her lips.

  “She clearly has some kind brain damage, she needs to be in a hospital…” Mr. Silver Eyes from the party never managed to finish his sentence, as a pillow smacked him square in the face. A deadly silence filled the room.

  “Don’t talk about people like they’re not in the room, Silver Eyes. It’s very rude.” Isabelle huffed and scowled in his general direction. At least she hoped she was scowling at him. Her head was still feeling a little fuzzy.

  A snorted laugh came from across the room. “Forgive me little human. It is rare we have a female in the house, let alone a mortal.”

  “Meh, you’re forgiven. Now please, can I go back to that warm place? Too many angry buff males in one room for my liking.” Then, before she knew it, her eyes closed again.

  Lucifer watched from the doorway as Ze walked into the room a half smile on his lips. Greed looked more like a caged beast than ever before. Damn Hades for doing this to Mammon, no matter what he’d done, he never deserved to end up like this.

  “Down boy. I’m just returning her pillow.” Ze murmured almost soothingly, as if he approached a cornered beast. Lucifer figured he basically was. Ze leaned down, lifting the little human's head and placed the pillow projectile under her head. Greed’s eyes never left him, not for a second. Lucifer had no doubt if Ze made a move to harm the female, his brother would attack, and he was pretty sure Ze would lose.

  Okay, it was time he knew the whole story, “All of you out, let the human rest. Greed, that includes you. We need to talk.” Lucifer watched Tanus and Abbadon retreat from the room followed by Ze.

  Greed however stood watching the human with utter confusion. He even reached out to brush a stray hair on her cheek, but stopped himself. His hand made a fist, before he growled and stalked from the room. Lucifer stared at the human female, she was a complication but he admitted she had brought out more emotion in his brother in the last six hours than any of them had been able to in the last six months.

  He turned and joined the others, praying for calm, “Now explain to me again, Mammon. This time, Tanus, keep your mouth shut. I need Greed to talk, and when you rile him up, I can’t calm him down for half an hour.” Lucifer pinned his wrathful brother with a glare, and the demon snorted, flipping him off.

  “Whatever, Lu. Like I give a crap. I’m out.” Tanus scowled at his leader and stormed across the room, snatching his jacket from the back of the couch. Heat waves of rage rose from his body as he pushed past Belor, nearly knocking him on his ass. He yanked the door open, and the wall shook as he slammed it shut behind him, bits of plaster cracking around the frame.

  Lucifer took in a calming breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Tanus’s temper tantrums were going to be the death of him. His anger was getting worse. With each day that passed, he became less and less like the demon who had once been a protector. Now he raged at everything and everyone. Only those stupid games of his staved off the rage.

  Belor looked from the door to his siblings. “I best go after him. You know what will happen if we leave him roaming the streets alone.”

  Lucifer nodded in agreement. “Make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. I have enough to deal with right now.” Having to mind-wipe half the police force again after a Tanus bar fight wasn’t his idea of a fun Friday night.

  “Kill anyone? Fuck that! Make sure he doesn’t inadvertently start World War III.” Abbadon sat his ass back on the edge of the couch, crossing his arms.

  Belor rolled his fire-bright eyes, pinning Abbadon with a droll stare. “How about you go after him and I sit on my ass watching TV?”

  “Enough!” Lucifer’s voice cut through the bickering pair with a flash of red flame over his skin. Hades help him, sometimes his brothers acted like children. “Belor follow Tanus. Keep me updated. Abbadon shut your mouth, or I’m going to cancel the HBO.”

  Abject horror spread over Abbadon’s face. “You wouldn’t!”

  “Try me.” Lucifer’s deadpan tone had Abbadon sulking and the rest of the Sins grinning from ear to ear. All but Greed.

  Lucifer focused his attention on the main issue before him. “Mammon, explain to me again, please.” He was at least going to attempt to be somewhat understanding.

  “I can’t. I wish I could. She’s mine. I don’t give up my things, not ever. She belongs to me. I know it, feel it. When those cursed souls attacked her, I harvested them. I intended to leave her to be found, but I couldn’t. No one takes that which belongs to me.”

  Lucifer watched him as he sank onto the couch and rubbed his face. This had to be the most animated he’d seen Mammon in months. Had this woman awoken something in his little brother? Something that he’d begun to believe had long been extinguished? Still, having her here…her presence had already caused an issue with Tanus. He couldn’t allow one woman to break apart this brotherhood, he wouldn’t.

  “This is dangerous, she’s mortal. Her being here is a bad idea.” For one insane moment Lucifer felt drained. He hoped no one noticed the wariness to his tone. He was Pride. Showing weakness in any form wasn’t an option.

  “I don’t think she is one hundred percent human, Lu.” Ze spoke up, his voice bringing all eyes to him, even those of Greed.

  “Explain, Ze.” So the plot thickens. This didn’t comfort him in the least.

  “She ran into us, while we were under glamor. Humans avoid us. You know that. It’s something in their sixth sense keeps them from touching us and seeing us. She just ran into us. The glamour didn’t affect her at all. I get the distinct feeling she has a touch of the Sense.” Abbadon raised his eyebrows quickly.

  “Sense, seriously? It has been a century since the last human showed any true Seer gifts. Why is it this female shows up now and happens to have the ability to see and hear demons while glamoured?” He crossed his arms over his chest, his gun metal eyes moving between his brothers. “Just seems mighty convenient, don’t ya think?”

  “Okay, you lot are speaking my language. Yet I don’t understand a damn word you’re saying. Someone want to fill me in? Some of us were locked away for the last five centuries,” Greed growled to the others. They at least had the good sense to look a little sheepish at his words.

  Lucifer cleared his throat and spoke. “Sorry Mammon. The Sense we have come to call it. Humans call it psychic abilities, watered down powers of the Seers. But true Seers have been extinct for years. Sometimes one human shows talent in one of the Seer gifts—empathy or future sight—but it’s rare. When the last Seer died three hundred years ago, Father began the hunt for more. Fewer and fewer were born until no more appeared in the mortal world. Their blood has become weak over the years. The true gifts that once made them powerful are parlor tricks and myths. To have one just drop on our doorstep, seems odd.”

  Seers had been precious before his brother’s incarceration. It had been Greed’s mistake with that Seer five centuries years ago that had him put in the Pit. Lucifer knew they were coveted by gods and man alike. He didn’t want to think about what someone would do to get their hands o
n one now.

  Greed was more than overwhelmed by information overload. He remembered Seers. The woman he had been punished for helping had been a Seer. What he was finding hard to believe was how much power had been lost to the stream of time. Five centuries was a long time to be away from the world. It was clear he’d not only missed the evolution of the mortal race into this mass of corrupt souls, but also the death of magical blood. The fact this human female, Isabelle, seemed to possess such power worried him. Was this the reason he was so drawn to her? The power in her blood? Was that all this was about? Desiring the Seer power and nothing more?

  “So what does this mean for Isabelle?” Greed’s eyes turned to Lucifer. Every fiber of his being roared at him to claim her, keep her close, keep her safe. Yet he knew if it was in the best interest of the Sins, his brothers wouldn’t hesitate to separate them.

  “It means she is not safe. Souls as pure as hers will always attract darkness, it’s inevitable. Those with corruption will be unable to resist the seduction. If she is indeed a Seer, she will have a gift only she possesses, unfortunately those wreathed in darkness will seek her out.” Lucifer turned his gaze to the door. “If we let her go now, it won’t be long before she’s taken again, this time by a stray god or worse—a lower level demon.”

  Greed looked down at his hands, slowly making fists. He was shaking at the idea of someone taking her from him, someone using the abilities she possessed against her. The idea someone might hurt her for her power filled him with a rage he didn’t understand.

  “No one will take her from me. I will destroy anyone who tries.” His voice promised the darkest of retributions. Greed raised his eyes looking between each of the Sins, this was new territory. None of them had ever seen him like this before, not even in the moment right after his release when his madness had almost consumed him. It was about time they realized their little brother was gone.

  “It appears the choice is made, Lucifer. She stays.” Ze looked from their leader to Greed.

  “Greed, you’re not to touch the female…” The growl from Greed shook the walls. “I didn’t say you couldn’t be in the room with her, just keep your hands off. If she is a Seer, she is out of your league. I need to contact someone about this.” Lucifer turned and walked from the room, muttering to himself.

  “I am going to break his smug face one of these days.” Greed headed towards the bedroom.

  Ze reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “She’s human above all things. Right now she is no doubt confused and scared. Seeing your ugly mug is hardly going to put her at ease.”

  Greed pulled his arm from Ze’s grip. “I would never harm her.” He continued towards the room. He needed to be with her when she woke. Isabelle needed to know she was safe with him, that no harm would ever come to her. Then he would force himself to let her go.

  Yeah right, like he could ever do that.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Consciousness returned slowly and with it came an awareness of her environment. She was in a bed; her memory however was a tad fuzzy on how she ended up in said bed. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened to the room, taking stock of her injuries. Isabelle remembered twisting her ankle. She remembered being attacked by Baseball Cap and Brian, then everything was hazy. Where had she ended up? She was sure it wasn’t a hospital or she would be having a panic attack with all the people around her. Turning her head and keeping her eyes closed Isabelle listened to the silence in the room. It appeared she was alone.

  Tentatively she reached out with her ‘curse’, feeling the energy in the room. She didn’t feel anything, no joy or hate, no jealousy or guilt. Letting out a breath she felt she’d been holding for twenty years, she enjoyed just a moment of total, blissful silence. She was enjoying it until a voice rumbled through the room, setting her body on fire.

  “I know you’re awake little human.” It rolled through the air like the caress of fingertips, brushing over places hidden deep within.

  Goosebumps rose on her skin and her breathing stopped. She remembered that voice, someone saying she belonged to him. That just ruffled her the wrong way. She wasn’t someone’s possession. And what was with the “little human” talk? It was almost as if he were…wait. A memory returned. A glowing man, he swallowed something dark, something that came from inside Baseball Cap.

  Isabelle felt her heart rate go up, this wasn’t good. Had her rescuer now become her kidnapper? It was clear by the fact she was dressed in an oversized shirt and she had no weapons to speak of. So, how was she going to get out of this mess? Natalie would have called the police by now surely? Someone would be looking for her.

  “No harm will come to you here, Isabelle.” The way he said her name caused all sorts of things to turn liquid inside her. Holy crap was it even legal for a man to be able to turn you to a puddle of water with only your name? No, definitely not, especially when he was your captor.

  Opening her eyes slowly, she focused on the male sitting across the room and watching her like he was starving and she was a five-course meal. Swallowing against her suddenly dry mouth, Isabelle pulled the covers tighter around her body, as if in some way it would offer a shield from his piercing gaze. Fat chance.

  His eyes seemed to spark with an inner glow that reminded her of light reflecting off the back of a cat’s eye. A mess of black hair hung around his intense eyes. A night’s growth of stubble marred his cheekbones and chin, and what a chin. This male exuded confidence and power. His body looked like rock. Hell, if running into him last night was anything to go by, he was built like a damned mountain.

  “It appears I’m at a severe disadvantage here. Not only am I missing my clothes, but you know my name. Can we even this up a little?” After last night’s almost sexual assault and impending death, Isabelle expected to be a lot more panicked right about now. But this male, for all his power and his lost forlorn eyes, he gave her the impression she was safe.

  There was a powerful lack of emotion in the room, like he wasn’t really here with her, when clearly given by the lack of oxygen she was experiencing he was very much here. Despite feeling joy at not having to shield for once, she also found it very disconcerting not to feel anything from him.

  The silence that followed seemed to drag on, his eyes never leaving her. Self-conscious doubt began to trickle into her mind. Hell, she knew she was hardly what one would call thin, but she was by no means a cow or anything. His gaze seemed to skim over her body, and Isabelle wasn’t sure if he liked what he saw or was disgusted by it. It was an odd experience for her, given ever since she was ten-years-old she had been able to feel what everyone around her was feeling, positive or negative. It didn’t leave many surprises when you were growing up.

  “Look, Mr. Grouchy, you’re the one who bought me here. So you could at least explain to me where here is. Who were those other men with you before? Why did you bring me here? What happened to the men who attacked me? Oh God, I need to call the police and report them…”

  “Do you ever shut up?” His interruption cut through the rambling panic. Stopping her tirade, Isabelle glared at the infuriating bastard. Damn if he didn’t just rub her the wrong way, which was the total opposite of what she wished he would be rubbing. A man like this was built for hot, steamy nights and no regrets in the morning.

  “No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. Given this is the first time I have been surrounded by silence since I was a child, I actually find it quite disconcerting. And the fact you seem unwilling to reveal your name makes me think I am in as much trouble now as I was last night.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned her head towards the window. The first touches of color painting the morning sky had her wondering if Natalie was worried about her. Not like she had anyone else—they were all gone.

  “I seriously doubt that, little human. You seem to find trouble. First being in that place with those hedonistic humans. Then stumbling upon two corrupted souls who were determined you wouldn’t survive the night.” By his tone he didn’t sound the
least bit impressed. She couldn’t blame him.

  “Little human? Corrupted souls? This is insane. I need to leave. I have to get back home, my roommate will be worried.” Isabelle swung her legs from the bed and stood. The shirt she wore came to just above her knees. Hell, until this moment she thought being five foot ten was freakishly tall, but if this shirt belonged to Adonis over there, he had to be six-foot-six easy. The male tensed, his hands making fists in his lap, his eyes locking onto her like a hunter with his prey.

  Awareness prickled over her skin. She could feel him watching her. She should have been terrified; he was a stranger after all. Yet something inside her accepted his gaze, even welcomed it. The look he gave her could ignite the damn air. Opening her mouth to speak, she found her throat bone dry. Tentatively licking her lips to ease the dryness brought a strangled groan from the male in the corner.

  “Please, I would like to leave.” Her voice broke on her plea, but it wasn’t from fear. Curse you, traitorous hormones.

  The look in his eyes was both an inferno mixed with desperate despair and longing. The silence between them dragged on. Isabelle could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. She should leave. He wasn’t making a move to stop her. But his look of desperation stabbed her heart and she found moving was impossible. He had saved her after all. Despite nearly unmanning him, he’d come for her. How many men would do something like that for a stranger?

  Her feet seemed to move of their own accord as she moved towards him, her toes sinking into the carpet. He was as still as a statue, only his eyes moved as she slowly advanced. Their vision locked, and she felt déjà vu again surge through her again. He seemed so familiar, like someone from a dream. She remembered him, yet didn’t. It was all broken and fragmented.

 

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