“I’m so sorry. Sorrier than I could ever tell you.” She looked at Tholan and he nodded, just like he knew what she was thinking. Perhaps he did. “I’m going to have Allen look into this. And there will be no more of you paying us back for this either. I’m just so glad that you stayed for me and my da. This will be fixed, Maggie, and I’m so very sorry that it happened to you. To the nicest people that I know. But I’d like to tell you something—you’ll be the first to know. Tholan is my husband.”
“Oh my.” Maggie got up and danced around the kitchen, which made them both laugh. “This is the grandest news. Your father, he’d be so happy about this that I’d bet that he’d be busting buttons that I’d have to put back on his suit for him. Oh, my child, I’m so glad to see you married. What is your married name now?”
Parker didn’t know. Tholan had told her that he didn’t have one; a last name was something that he’d not needed and hadn’t gotten one. But he smiled at her, then at Maggie, as he stood up to hug their cook.
“We’re Mr. and Mrs. Tholan Daniels.” Parker looked at him when Maggie made the connection. “Yes, just like her father’s middle name. It was set to be, and I could not be a happier man because she is in my life.”
Parker loved it as well. But then Tholan did something that she wasn’t sure why. He asked that Maggie not tell anyone as yet; they wanted to surprise a few people when the time was right. Meggie nodded. She did ask if she could tell her husband, and they both nodded. Parker asked him about that when they got into the car to head to the compound.
“I have an idea why Boss has done this that will help the two of us. The demon, he knows your name, you told me.” She nodded. “You are no longer that person. If he does not know your true name, which I was to tell you the paperwork has been put in the court building, then he cannot claim what is not his to take.”
“It’s county courthouse, and is that all it takes?” Tholan said that it was not, but it was a start. “I have to get in touch with Allen. He’ll have to figure out what sort of other things March did to our staff. Not that there are many of them left—I think I know why now—but it’s not right that he did that.”
“I believe that he was working with your stepmother. Perhaps he was funding her for things that she would need after your father passed. I do not know all the details of their relationship, but it was one that was as loving as it was volatile. Your stepmother, she has a temper that scares me.”
“Did she kill my father? I need to know that. I probably don’t really want to know, but I need to know.” He said that she did not. “Thank you for that. I don’t know what I would have done had she had anything to do with his death. It’s hard enough on me that he’s gone, and I wasn’t there for him.”
“But you were.” She looked at him as he smiled at her. “Your father had many pictures of you around him when he passed. Some of them when you were very young. I believe I was told that there were many of the two of you together. One that was particularly close to him was the one of the day you were born. He held you in his arms and told you of all the things that you were to do together. And he did all of them and more because he loved spending time with his precious little girl. That was what he called you, was it not? Then there were films of you on the screen in his room all the time, the sound just loud enough for him to hear. His protector is now at the compound should you like to speak to him. But he told me that your father loved you more than he’d ever seen a man love his child. He said that it was what made his passing so much easier for him, that you were surrounding him when he closed his eyes for the final time.”
“Oh Tholan, thank you for that. I didn’t know. He...I loved him with all that I had to give to someone. And I think—just now I realized that I love you just as much.” He kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled at him when he took her hand. “I believe us being married would have made him happy. Just as Maggie said, he would have popped buttons.”
“I think she needs more help. I have not used a staff before, but I think that she needs help around that house of yours.” Parker told him it was their home. “Yes, thank you for that. I do have a great deal of money. I have had to invest a great deal of it so that I wouldn’t have it all in one place. Something about eggs and baskets. I didn’t understand, but I was told that it was a good thing.”
“Putting all your money in one place, like in a single investment or bank, is a bad idea because there is the off chance that the company could fail you. If you have your money spread around, as I do too, then if something happens in one place, you still have funds to fall back on. If you don’t mind me asking, how much do you have.” He told her, and she asked if he was serious.
“I have no sense of humor, or so I have been told. Is ninety billion a great deal? I have had no use for money from working. I recently purchased a home, but it is very small in comparison to your...our home now. I believe I could fit the one I bought into your living room and have room still left over.” They were laughing as the limo pulled up on front of the compound. “Remember what Boss said about the demon. I would also tell them our name the same way. They will have heard about your troubles, so they will not be surprised about the secrecy.”
She understood the name thing now. The demon had called her by her full name several times. What she didn’t understand and would ask about when she was on safe grounds, was why that mattered. And for that matter, how had Angela been able to do such a thing? She knew why—the bounty that she got from it would give her immortality. Perhaps, Parker thought, she should have asked for good health as well. Parker asked Tholan about that.
“You will never be ill. Never suffer in ways that will harm you or any children that are brought into our home. Nor will you age or gain weight.” She asked about children. “Sadly, because of what I am, I cannot give you a child of my own. But if you would agree, as the others have done, we can take in as many or as few as you wish. They will be better off with us, I think, as we have a great deal to offer them.”
“But we won’t give them everything. My da said that to give a child whatever they want would spoil the adult when they grew up. I worked for whatever I wanted. He helped me with college and books, but he didn’t give me anything extra while away.” Tholan said that was a wonderful idea. “Yes, my da, he was a very good man, and had a good head on his shoulders.”
“As do you.” They got out of the limo and she could feel the magic right away. Her back tingled a bit, and she thought that it was the magic. Tholan laughed. “I forgot to mention that you have wings as well. Here, you can pull them out should you wish, and be safe. I cannot wait to see you in all your glory, my wife. You have made me the happiest man alive, and I love you with all my heart.”
She was in love with a man that loved her, and she’d have the rest of her life to show him what he’d given her in the way of his heart. Parker didn’t know what was in store for her in the future, but she knew that whatever it was, she’d be able to deal with it much better now that Tholan was beside her.
Chapter 6
Angela paced her living room. It was so small all she was able to put in it was a couch plus a small table for her lamp. And even that was taking up too much room. She glared at the small television set that she’d gotten on sale two weeks ago. Money hadn’t been a problem for her in a very long time, and now it was all she could think about. How she was going to pay for everything seemed to be all she could think about these days.
Shopping had been her pastime. Fucking someone too, but shopping had given her more pleasure than most men could. Shoes were her fetish. Dresses of every color under the rainbow were another thing that she just could not get enough of. Angela didn’t even care if they fit or that she would never wear them. It was owning them that had given her what she needed. And now that was all gone as well. And when she’d been tossed, literally tossed, from her home, she’d not been able to take more than what she had on with her when turned away.
“That fucking girl did this to me.
Why did she have to confess to the crimes that weren’t hers to take on?” Well, neither were they Parker’s, the late, and her asshole of a husband, but that was neither here nor there. “He was to go to prison, I was going to have the will he had made up changed because of his guilt, and then I’d be on easy street. But no, that fucking girl. She was forever doing shit like this to me.”
There were several times that Angela was sure that Parker knew what she was about. Then after his death, she’d found out that not only had he known, but he’d thought it funny. Her taking the credit cards that were so generously given to her and buying anything that she wanted, then two weeks later taking it all back for the cash. It had served her well over the years, but that had been cut off when Joey died. Joey March had been her savior. Not her love—no, she didn’t love him at all—but he had provided her with money, going so far as to steal it from the servants when she asked for more.
“Oh, but to be able to go there and thank Maggie for all her suffering so that all her hard-earned money went for me to have my breasts redone, my legs to look good in heels, and for my face to look twenty years younger.” She glanced at the mirror that had been covered up recently. “What the hell was that guy thinking when he told me that I would be beautiful forever?”
“I said no such thing.” When he appeared in the room, the demon that she’d made the deal with, Angela fell back on the couch. “You are looking your years, Angela Brooks. Whatever have you done with yourself?”
“This is all your fault. I told you that I didn’t want to get fat. And look at me.” She shook the pouch that was her belly and glared at him. “You lied to me.”
“No. You said that you didn’t want to gain weight, and you haven’t—not a single ounce. It’s not my problem that you have gone to pot. You should more than likely get out more and walk. I’m to understand that would help you. However, I’d not count on it. You did make a deal with a demon, did you not?”
Growling at him, she knew better than to leap at him. The man was scary, and the fact that he could change at will frightened her even more. The last time she’d tried that, he’d changed into a large spider and had stabbed her over and over until she finally passed out.
“When are you going to take her? I thought once she was released you could just take her with you, and I’d be able to take over my home again.” Angela looked around the room that she was in. “I’m sick of living in this dump.”
“Yes, I do see where you have come down in the world of money. But if you were to ask me, I believe that this is just where you belong. Someone who would sell their own daughter deserves no less than this. Well, perhaps less, but that is not my job.” She asked him what his job was. “To collect and deliver the dead that belong there to Hell. And in answer to your question, I cannot take her as yet. She has something of mine, and until I get it, I have to wait. Your daughter has been very naughty, I think. I have been looking, but in the last few days, I have been barred even from her home.”
“It’s my home. And I want to get it back.” Angela wasn’t sure how she was going to make that happen. The stupid chit had more than likely made out a will, as her father had done, making it so that she got nothing from the estate and could never buy the family home. Christ, what a nightmare this had been. “She’s living it up while I have nothing. I should have bargained for money too.”
“I do not have access to funds, I’m afraid. Not for you, at any rate. But she is giving away a great deal, did you know that? Charities for the poor and stupid. I do hate those things. They give people hope, and with hope comes enlightenment. Both of which I have no control over.” Angela said nothing, not even sure why he cared if they were given hope. “You will understand soon enough. I wish for you to sneak into the home for me. There is something, as I have mentioned, that belongs to me there. If you find it for me, bring it to me soon, then I shall make sure that you have enough funds to live out your life, as well take the girl with me. Without it, I cannot do a thing.”
“This piece, what is it exactly? I need to know what to look for, don’t I?” He showed her his hand; the upper half, where his fingers would have joined this palm, was missing. “How the hell did she do that?”
“Precisely. If you find it in a timely manner, then I will give you rewards that will help you in this life you have asked for, as well as put you in a position where you no longer have to worry about food coming in or where you are living. That will change much as well.” He put out his hand and she hesitated. “It’s up to you, Angela Brooks. I care not if you work for me or not. There are others that I could call—”
“No, I’ll do it.” She put her hand into his and felt the power and heat of him. The searing pain of it had her dropping to the floor and she screamed. “Let me go. Please, I beg you, let me go.”
When he released her, the man disappeared. Angela laid on the floor, holding her injured hand cupped into the other. She couldn’t even look at it—she just knew that he’d seared it off at the wrist. Getting up, staggering slightly, she made her way to the kitchen area, holding onto whatever was close to her to keep herself upright.
Running the tap on cold, she waited until she knew the water was cold enough to take off the heat before she chanced a glance at her hand. There didn’t seem to be anything on it, just a small mark in the palm of her hand. When the water cooled it off as best as she could feel, Angela sat down at her makeshift table and studied the mark that the demon had left on her.
It was too hard to make out, the thing was so small. Getting up, feeling weak in not just her legs but her back as well, she made her way to her desk and pulled out her magnifying glass—another thing that she’d had to resort to when the fucking man had done this to her.
Looking at the mark she could just make out the first letter, and it looked like a “W.” The second letter, if that was what it was, had been marked through with a pointed line. It took her all of ten minutes to figure out that it was the tail of the devil. Then the other letter made itself known to her. It was a pitchfork, one like she’d seen in pictures depicting the devil himself.
Looking around, trying to imagine what sort of things that he was up to now, she asked the empty room what it meant. If she had expected an answer, Angela might have been more prepared for the being that joined her in the room. But he was looming over her, his big body shifting into that of a man just as she was ready to scream.
Her clothing was burnt off her, and she lay naked before the person. And when he rammed his cock into her pussy, heating her to the point that Angela thought she was being cooked from the inside out, she screamed out a release that made her dizzy. Whatever he was doing to her besides giving her the best fuck of her life, she liked it, even if he was killing her with the fire between her thighs.
“Do not speak.” Nodding as he took her up and over the pinnacle again, Angela felt his fiery mouth at her throat, then at her breast. As soon as he suckled her, his tongue making her nipple feel as if it were being torn from her, she came again and again until she was weak from it. And when he finished with her, filling her body with his molten cum, Angela screamed again, her body on fire, quite literally.
Looking down at herself, she saw the blisters all over her tender, reddened skin. Large and full of puss, they seemed to move when she did, jiggling in a way that made her sick to her belly. Her left breast hurt the most, and she was afraid that it would fall off her body should she move. He sat there on the other side of her, on the couch, and smoked a cigar with his naked body there for her to see. His cock, thick and still hard, dripped a dark red gooey substance that she thought might be lava. Angela looked at him when he said her name.
“You are marked for me. I will have you like this whenever I wish. You may speak to me now.” She asked him who he was. “You may call me Merlin. I have taken you from Rollin.”
“I don’t know a Rollin, and if Parker sold me to you, I want to know why. She fucking has everything.” He grinned at her and the cigar disappeared.
When he began to stroke his cock, she felt her mouth water. “I can’t move and you fucking know it. You have hurt me badly with your fucking sex.”
“You have enjoyed me too. I should like for you to suck me off. I will reward you greatly if you please me.” Angela was pulled up from her position on the couch and her head shoved to his cock. “Do not think of biting me, for if you do, then I shall do the same to you. But believe me when I tell you, my bite to your tender skin will hurt thousands of times worse than you can do to me.”
Angela had no choice but to take him into her mouth. He was too large, his cock cutting off the air to her lungs when he shoved her head up and down over him. All she wanted to do was go to the shower and try and cool herself off. Then as suddenly as she thought of the pain, she was healed.
“I have given you relief for now. And you will have something to help you enjoy what we’re doing. But do not expect this every time.” The cock slid into her pussy was thick, but not nearly as much as the one she had in her mouth. “This is a pleasure bitch. She has a cock to please you with, or a pussy should you want to taste her. She is not hot, but she can give you incredible pleasure, when I have had mine. Now, see to my needs.”
The cock in her pussy was making her insane with the need to come. And in turn, she decided to get Merlin off so that she could have her fun as well. Cupping his hot balls into her hand, Angela felt the cum there, the fullness of him. And when she gave them a small twist, he pushed her head harder down over him as he filled her with his hot cum once again. The pleasure bitch bit her on the shoulder and Angela came so hard that she passed out from it.
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