Butterfly and Pain: Royal Bastards MC (Royal Bastards MC, Newark, NJ Chapter Book 2) by Lucian Bane

Author:Lucian Bane [Bane, Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-24T18:30:00+00:00

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Pain watched Butterfly shove something in the drawer at the hotel on the edge of the small town. Her discreetness piqued his interest. Was she having her monthly? Preparing for her spiritual warfare with Augustine?

He still didn’t know how to feel about that one. Anything non-sexual was a gray area but the bond-out-of-nowhere said jealousy might be merited. At least envy. And with no logical reason why. So what if they prayed together? The religious stuff wasn’t new to Pain. Augustine crammed it down their throat since he could remember. Pain would always vomit it back up but he knew what it tasted like, could probably even serve it up if he wanted or needed to.

Then Butterfly insisted on optional attendance. Augustine was a private man when it came to his prayers and always went into some closet. So, they now had free tickets to the Augustine and Butterfly prayer show and of course no demon would keep them from that epic bizarreness involving two people they spent a lot of time marveling and drooling over.

They all sat in the backseat and Pain wondered how the ride along effects would “affect” them.

Butterfly came out of the bathroom. They all eyed her in the long white nightgown that transformed her into the vision of an angel. Perfect prayer warrior attire for her.

“How do you normally pray?” Augustine asked her.

“Anywhere on my knees.” She seemed edgy but it was the excited, ready kind.

“Next to the bed?” he asked.

“Whatever you want,” she offered, like even the table-top was suitable war-grounds.

I’m kind of fucking nervous, Harlow whispered.

I think we’re about to be eye-witness to some popcorn porn, Kult muttered.

Pain waited to hear from Atlas, wondering if he shared the energy happening between them.

Augustine knelt on one knee with his head lowered and crossed himself. They all tensed, waiting for the rush of evil they usually experienced when he did that move, releasing a breath when nothing came.

They watched Butterfly next. She knelt next to the bed, putting her elbows on it, no crossings or hand jiving. She offered him her right hand suddenly. “Not necessary but there’s power in it,” she muttered quietly.

There was no denying the knowing in her tone and it had their heart racing and appreciating the front row seats. Augustine eyed her hand and Pain felt his fear, wishing he could remove it, wanting him to take it to see what would happen.

He slowly reached for it.

“Hey, if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, then don’t,” she assured as he locked his hand in hers.

“I’m sure,” he said.

Butterfly eyed their hands and nodded. “You feel that?”

I feel it, Pain said, winded by it.

What is that? Atlas wondered.

Feels like… it’s humming, Harlow whispered. What you feel, Kult?

Something.

It was unidentifiable, Pain agreed.

Butterfly suddenly turned on her knees toward him and offered him her other hand. Before Pain could worry he’d refuse, he turned also and faced her.

With both their hands locked together, she let go several breaths. “Oh wow,” she whispered as the energy between them doubled.

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