Chapter 23: Lady must make a choice!
Vergil smirked, “Yeah, I make it my business to make sure you’re being a gentleman, Dante. And yeah, thanks,” he leaned back against the car, “I also make it my duty to show up at all times.” He crossed his legs, a casual onlooker he appeared while the couple in question gave him mutinous looks.
“What the hell are you doing here anyway?” Dante said with agitation, running a hand through his silver hair quickly while his other hand stayed the young lady in front of him.
Lady chimed in, hoping to stifle the heated looks the two were giving each other, “Vergil, how did you--?”
He raised a white fine brow, “Oh? Did you forget? I have devil triggering powers.”
“Why don’t you and me have a little chit-chat, bro?” Dante glared, his fist clenched and the need to send his brother an upper cut was great, “I think a good sound talk is good between brothers right?”
“Why talk? We usually do things by action, no talk.”
“By all means, shoot!” Dante was about to move away from the bike and taking out his Ebony, Vergil pushed himself away from the car, “Now now, Dante, we all know that in the end, you either beat the shit out of me, or I beat the hell out of you, or we do a stand still. I was talking more of the question of her.”
His silver head indicted the young Lady in question. She on the other hand gave them a confused look, and her jaw opened, “What do you mean? You mean? Um, you mean….? You want to fight me?”
“Uh no, babe.” Dante said hesitantly, his looks turned to suspicion to his brother, “You really want to share her?”
“Hey!” Lady interrupted, “Have you two ever considered about asking me!?”
“Of course, babe, but my brother here seems to think we should share, after he specifically didn’t want to share as I recall.”
“Ah hell.” Vergil said with exasperation, his hands up in the air, “Like you always do what I ask anyway. Remember I had my eyes on her before you got your mits on her.”
“Yeah well, tough shit, bro. First come, first serve.”
Lady felt like slapping both of them. The nerve of being the object of their desire! Was it like this between them when they fought over something they wanted? Or because of the win-lose desire to be on top? Both guys she realized crave for power, even Dante. Power to possess and be the best. It must be a total high.
She could feel Dante's palms caressing her smooth skin as he stroked her arms and shoulders and kissed the side of her neck earnestly, whispering, “I think Lady knows what she wants and she wants to be with me, right, babe?” She breathed softly and bent her neck to rest her cheek against the top of his forehead, her eyes flying to Vergils own probing ice blues.
He challenged, “Is that so, Lady? You want my brother exclusively?”
She didn’t know what she wanted. Why were they doing this to her? Of course Dante made her feel so good and he was her first in everything, but Vergil was something else!
She had an idea and wondered if they would take the bait. Why not? It would bide the time since after all, they’d have to rebuild their little home again. And she did feel responsible for that. Damn, where are her cigarettes? Being hot and wanting for the demon Spardas made her feel so slutty and lacking in more vices, or rather, exchanging vices to and fro. Maybe a trip to the nearest church, begging down on her knees for the smutty thoughts that ran through her mind should purify?
“Alright, you two will have to show me what you got! Meaning, who is sexier between you two?”
"Well, I suppose that's not too bad," Dante admitted, “Let’s go back to the damage.” He looked at Lady again, “I think though you need to be checked inside okay?”
Lady melted inside. He was the sweetest really. Immediately, she nearly regretted her challenge and wound her arms around his neck and purred, “Alright, baby….”
Vergil cleared his throat, “In the meantime, I’ll go back to the house and see what is going on. I thought Trish would have things in order.”
Much later, after Lady got checked to see if there were no injuries, she was grateful for Dante’s concern and something else, could it be? Love? Nah……
