Bad Company (Seven Deadly Sins #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Thirty-Three: Angel Calling

We’d just finished going over the plan for my date with Chase for like the zillionth time that hour. Dante wanted to be sure I knew that under no circumstances could I let Chase take me someplace private and secluded. I had to find a way to keep us in a public place until I could lure him back to the Emporium where Dante would be waiting. 

“So, what? Are you going to drug him or something?” I asked trying to think of all the ways a person could subdue another person in real life, and not like in a Bourne movie or something equally fictional.

“I’m going to knock him out.”

“Yeah, I figured that out all by myself, Sherlock. What I was wondering was how you were actually planning on doing it? Are you going to use chloroform or something?”

He looked at me like I was a moron. “No, with my fist. That usually works better.”

I choked on my own saliva, “Wait, you mean you’re actually going to knock him out?” I asked horrified. I loved his perfect smile! What if Dante knocked out a tooth or ten right out of Chase’s head, sending all that great dental hygiene down the drain? That was horrible...inconceivable...just so wrong.  

“What is the fascination with him and his teeth? You really are a strange girl, Eliza.”

“How do you know I’m fascinated by his teeth?” I asked, more than a little surprised he’d managed to pick that up. Was my dental fetish showing?

Dante rolled his eyes. “If you thought any harder about how white and perfect they were, I’d pull them out of his mouth and give them to you myself.”

Ew.

“You’re really sick, Dante. I don’t know about you,” I replied, studying him like he was both hot and disturbing, which he was.

He just snorted and shook his head. The brief moment of silence was broken by that crazy shrill ringing again.

I lunged for the phone like I was on fire. Grabbing the receiver, I dropped it, picked it back up and got it to my ear eventually, “Hello, Gift Emporium,” I said easily enough. No one would ever think I’d just sent my aunt into a stolen piece of art from the Boston Museum of Fine Art. 

“Eliza? Is that you?”

Holy crap. I dropped the phone again. This time it was just out of shock. It was my mother.

What the hell did she want?

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"Eliza…its mom. Are you there?” I could hear her voice coming through the dropped receiver. It sounded tiny and a little faraway, but I would have recognized it anywhere.  

I bent down and picked the received back up, putting it to my ear again, “Mom?”

“Yeah…uh…hi honey, I was calling to see if you know...if you got there and everything,” she said a little nervously.

“What?” I asked, not believing the freaking day I was having. This was even too much for me to wrap my head around and I was involved in some pretty weird stuff at the moment. But this right here, this simple phone call from my mother was so beyond cursed spoons and immortal contracts I didn’t even know what to think.

I guess my mom just had that kind of effect on me.

She continued talking, oblivious to the moment I was having several thousand miles away, “Ah…so, how do you like Aunt Celeste? You two getting along alright?”