Nyx 1: Curse of the Catastrophe Cat (Mafia Reverse Harem Poly)

1.47 Danger Prone Daphne Does It Again

Danger Prone Daphne Does It Again

Xoxo Nyx

Fizzlesticks and Fudgepops.....

As Asmodeus' hand cuts off my air supply, all the jigsaw puzzle pieces fly together, creating a clear picture.

A picture that only proves that kids are my weakness. An absolute and utter blind spot of willing ignorance. All those memories come back, forming a clear and true image of what mess I've truly landed in.

From my giving mouth-to-mouth to the new man behind Nico, to peeling the curly haired tike from the woman to give to the paramedics, to the cafe getting blown to bits followed by the toc incident which landed me into the ER and the still hell fire eyes of Asmodeus and his crushing grip, to the Puck he's yelling at.

"Easy Brother," Nico looks even more freaked out than I am, and he's his twin. Instant loss of points for sounding as great as his brother in the language I don't think I want to know anymore.

No way I get out of this one. The Incubus doesn't seem like the sort to leave fate to chance. "Let's take a second......"

"I don't care how good whatever flavor of the week's dick is! Your only fucking job is taking care of my boy! That's it! Dumping Tio with two bit crack whore and geriatric just to get a nut off!" Vince's furious gaze lands on Nico, who stops dead in his tracks at it.

I'll kill you myself for this." I blink dumbly as Nico remains fearful and silent, flopping his mouth as his twin.

Get her and yourself out of here, you worthless piece of shit! I'm flung against Nico in the wide white hallway. Oxygen pouring in as all sense of reason flies out.

The unique and awful feeling of the demented thing in my head firing up as my palm tries to lock it down. Stop the process and me going back.

I'm so fresh you can suck my nuts..........................

Nicky.

I have to get out of here. Get back to Nicky. Wherever I hang in the space between, and whatever I manage between here and the front door, I'll chalk up to the fight or flight response everyone is prewired with.

It isn't entirely lost on me that I'm reverting to kung fu nunnery that I learned as terrified little Ilona Lee, rather than the guerilla tactics of the military, as Soulija Boy goes off in my pocket.

Using every level of every surface, gravity be damned, floor wall or ceiling.

Never again.

I'll never go back.

Seeing him. Being around that type of raw anger. No, George isn't one of them. My Hermione could never be a Death Eater.

I have to run.

I have to warn her..............

It takes me a minute to come to. I slept well, I think, but am jolted by the unfamiliar scents and surrounds of the large room.

Still in the ruined fairy costume. I remember having an absolute fit, but not much else. It's so..... fuzzy, and hurts the more I try to remember things.....

I don't know what I did or where I am. Just that my head hurts, it smells great, and I feel awful.

I also have this sense of grief. Like my heart's broken. I know the feeling because regardless of the one beating being on the wrong side, this feeling happens in the left.

Or the whole of my chest cavity.

I know that I've been crying in my sleep. Where some part of me remembers what is so big. What in the schnitzel happened?