“Yes, just enough.” Simon grins at me with that little twinkle of violence in his eye.
Yeah, this motherfucker’s been wanting to do this as much as I have.
“Meghan thinks I knocked her up,” I say with a laugh, and deep down inside I’m pretty damn sure I did.
I’ve fucked the hell out of her since I’ve met her. Fucked her hard enough and long enough that there’s no doubt in my mind that she isn’t.
“Is that so?” Simon asks as he removes his suit jacket and then begins to quickly remove his tie.
“Yeah, she’s got the idea in her head that if she’s knocked up, then that means you’ll be an uncle. She wants to get to know you and your wife,” I say while I yank my shirt up and over my head.
I wince slightly because of the wound on my shoulder. I keep forgetting I need to be more careful with how I move for now.
“I’m going to be an uncle?” Simon asks, and for the first time in a long time I see something I didn’t think was still there inside of him.
He’s got a smile on his face.
“Sure, just like you’re going to be a father.”
“That’s not too surprising given our family has a very healthy reproductive ability.” He chuckles. “Although, that also means Coss will be a grandfather.”
Both of us still at that thought.
“Will Lucifer give us the go ahead to kill him?” I ask.
“I don’t honestly know,” Simon responds.
“It’s easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission,” I say without a hint of remorse in my voice.
“How very true,” Simon says before he continues to remove his dress shirt, followed by his undershirt.
“It needs to be done before your wife gives birth,” I say while I start to get the blood pumping through my body.
“Agreed,” Simon says before dropping his shirt onto his suit jacket.
Following behind me, Simon and I make our way over to a clear area of the warehouse.
“Same rules as always,” Simon states.
“Of course.”
No nut shots, no eye gouges, and no throat jabs.
Everything else is legal.
Simon’s not slow about starting it.
Ducking down to avoid a high arching kick he aims at my temple, I rush in to strike at his chin. As his head snaps to the side, the best feeling I’ve had since fucking Meghan floods through me.
Both of us pull back from the first flurry, warily eyeing each other.
“I want to fucking kill the old man for everything he’s ever done to us, but I’ll say this… He did teach us how to fight.” I grin before I rush in again to swing a massive haymaker at his face.
Ducking quickly under my arm, Simon slams his fist into my ribs and gives me a good taste of the medicine I just gave him.
Wrapping my arms around his torso, I try to wrangle him in while I slam my foot on the top of his foot.
Need to slow his ass down so I can hurt him some more. He’s always had speed on me, but I’ve always had brute strength.
Squeezing my arms tight, I can see the pain I’m causing him from those still cracked ribs. He probably should have waited to fight me… But fuck it. We both need this shit to happen.
Slamming his head into my nose, I momentarily see stars and drop him back down.
“Yes, he did do that.” Simon snickers.
Taking a couple steps back, I reach up and wipe away the blood that drips down from my nose. He didn’t break it, but there’s some busted capillaries up there.
Fuck, it feels good to be fighting this prick again. It’s been too fucking long since we’ve gone a couple of rounds.
It’s not exactly like I hate the man who stands across from me. But I can’t love him, either. We’ve been through too much, seen too much to ever be able to come to terms with who and what we’ve become.
Coss made sure of that, knowingly and willingly. The death of my twin fucked him up too, I guess. Coss got twisted up in a bad mental way, Simon became the germaphobe neat freak, and I became the black sheep. Mom… Well, mom drank herself to death, so fuck her and the gun she used to finally end her suffering.
Fucking stupid waste.
Slowly wading into closer range, I snap my fist out twice before I kick hard at the side of his knee.
Taking the blow to his knee, Simon delivers a quick uppercut to my chin that knocks my head back.
Pulling away again, I shake my head to clear it.
The fucker starts limping toward me and I grin at him. “Missed you too, big brother.”
* * *
“Well…” Lucifer grins at both Simon and I as we sit on a desk beside each other, addressing our bloodied noses.
“We had to talk some shit out,” I say as I remove my shirt from the desk and pull it over my head.