Page 163 of Savior
“You gotta prove you have reason to go to war with the Demons before the Jokers will throw in with you.”
“Where the fuck is he? That’s all you gotta tell me to avoid the shit storm I’ll rain down on you otherwise.”
He glares at me, shaking his head. “All this. Over a fuckin’ bitch.”
I knew he resented me over Shane. Viking’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder.
“Your entire crew are a bunch of pussy-whipped, beta simps.” Magnum continues.
As Viking’s grip on my shoulder tightens, I try to swallow my rage and keep a level head. Matching his disdainful stare, I growl, “Come clean. Or truly make me your enemy.”
“Fuck you, Keegan. You act as though we had a goddamned choice in this… Legion drives a hard bargain.” He sneers, taking a moment before he cocks his chin at me. “We don’t want a war with anyone… The private party room. In the back.”
When Viking and I storm that room next, we finally find Legion, among another dozen men. Both Knights and Demons. He’s seated on a leather couch, several Demons around him. Though what strikes me first, even in the fairly dark room, barely illuminated by purple and gold recessed lights, is the woman he’s got straddling his lap. The dim lighting heightening the illusion.
Her face turns towards me with a look of surprise in her dark brown eyes, and my breath hitches for a moment, before rage floods my system once again.
Her thick, curvy body is pressed up against him. Those long demonic fingers of his, digging into her leather clad thighs on either side of his lap. I swear, Vanna owns the exact outfit she’s got on. Even the corset she’s got laced up her torso, pushing her pale, full breasts up into Legion’s sneering face. That same shade of deep red lipstick Vanna breaks out on special occasions, is painted on her pouty lips… Traces of it smeared on Legion’s neck. Her long, dark hair is almost as long as Vanna’s…
Motherfucker…
“Shit… And I thought Build a Bitch was just a song.” Viking jokes, snapping me out of my trance.
I’m about to grab the Demonic fuck, when several men, both Demons and Knights, shove Viking and I back, preventing us from stepping any further towards him.
“Fuck…” Viking mutters under his breath once again. I catch a glimpse of him eyeing one of the sweetbutts across the room. She’s sitting with another Knight, and looks surprised to see him here with me. Her male companion doesn’t look particularly thrilled to see Viking here, either. I wonder if this is the sweetbutt he’s been hung up on. The Knight shoves the woman off his lap, standing up to place his hand on his knife as he hard eyes us both.
Legion clears his throat, and my eyes slide back to him… And his Vanna fuck doll.
“Have you… guessed my name?” He taunts me with a grin and a melodic hint in his words. I recognize the song he’s mimicking immediately, and all that it implies. He doesn’t seem bothered to see me at all. It’s almost as if he’s been waiting for me to show up here tonight.
“Well, it ain’t Mick Jagger.”
He chuckles at my reply, his hand stroking the long strands of black hair cascading down his lady friend’s back, as he pulls her close to him again. She kisses his neck, slow and sensually. “Oh, come now, DeanKeegan. I’ve already given your blushing bride to be… theD.”
Again, with the fucking inuendoes... I knew the flowers were from Legion. If he’s trying to mind fuck me into thinking he’s fucked Vanna, he’s really grasping. That doppelganger in his lap is the closest he’ll ever get.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” I don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his taunt. “Why would you want to do that?”
“It isn’t so much avoidance, as it is simply being a very busy man.” That sneer of a smile never leaves his demonic face.
“Evidently.” My eyes shift back to the woman, studying her face more closely as she straightens a bit and looks back at me. Her makeup is a bit heavy. She’s even contoured her features to make her bone structure resemble Vanna’s as well. It’s a real mindfuck. And confirms every one of my suspicions about his attraction to her, beyond any shadow of doubt.
Legion notices me studying the woman. “Would you like to trade? This one is far more compliant. Or dare I say, obedient!”
“Fuck you. Vanna is mine.”
We stare each other down for a moment, before he speaks again. “And how is she?” he asks, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “The apple of your… eye.” He winks at me.
“Cut the shit. I know everything that’s happened, and is happening in this town, ties back to you.”
Legion’s grin broadens. “I…” he drags that word out in a peculiar way, even for his odd theatrical tendencies. I know I’m meant to note it. I just don’t know why. “… have no idea what you mean.”
“It was you, wasn’t it? You put that guy in the hospital, too. An attempted frame job? He threatened Vanna… Naturally, I’d be the prime suspect there.”
“Matthew, Chapter Six, Verse One.” He replies, the smile finally slipping from his features. “Beware of practicing your righteousness before others to be seen. For then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven.”
“I’m real fucking tired of your Biblical bullshit head games, Legion. Mark, five-nine. Matthew, six-one. I know you were behind hurting Axel. That you intended to lead me to the railyard. To what? Kill me? I know you killed Preacher. Is that why you’ve been taunting me with these Bible quotes? That Bible open to that specific passage was done intentionally. Whether by you, or Preacher. Either way, I got the message.”
