jordan-amador

Listen and listen good, shitbrain. If you ever touch someone I love again, I will shove this cross down your throat and watch you choke on it. You want to know why a Prince of Hell wanted me so bad? Now you do. I__ not a nice girl. I__ a Seer. It is my job to save the people of the world from vultures like you. Now you take that back to whoever your boss is and let him come find me, if he__ stupid enough. I__l bury you all if I have to.

Honest to God, I hadn__ meant to start a bar fight.__o. You__e the famous Jordan Amador._ The demon sitting in front of me looked like someone filled a pig bladder with rotten cottage cheese. He overflowed the bar stool with his gelatinous stomach, just barely contained by a white dress shirt and an oversized leather jacket. Acid-washed jeans clung to his stumpy legs and his boots were at least twice the size of mine. His beady black eyes started at my ankles and dragged upward, past my dark jeans, across my black turtleneck sweater, and over the grey duster around me that was two sizes too big. He finally met my gaze and snorted before continuing. __ was expecting something different. Certainly not a black girl. What__ with the name, girlie?__ shrugged. __y mother was a religious woman.___learly,_ the demon said, tucking a fat cigar in one corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked over to the pool table beside him where he and five of his lackeys had gathered. Each of them was over six feet tall and were all muscle where he was all fat. __ could start to examine the literary significance of your name, or I could ask what the hell you__e doing in my bar,_ he said after knocking one of the balls into the left corner pocket. __ust here to ask a question, that__ all. I don__ want trouble.__gain, he snorted, but this time smoke shot from his nostrils, which made him look like an albino dragon. __y ass you don__. This place is for fallen angels only, sweetheart. And we know your reputation.__ held up my hands in supplication. __onest Abe. Just one question and I__ out of your hair forever.__y gaze lifted to the bald spot at the top of his head surrounded by peroxide blonde locks. __hat__ left of it, anyway.__e glared at me. I smiled, batting my eyelashes. He tapped his fingers against the pool cue and then shrugged one shoulder.__ine. What__ your question?___now anybody by the name of Matthias Gruber?__e didn__ even blink. __o.___h. I see. Sorry to have wasted your time.__ turned around, walking back through the bar. I kept a quick, confident stride as I went, ignoring the whispers of the fallen angels in my wake. A couple called out to me, asking if I__ let them have a taste, but I didn__ spare them a glance. Instead, I headed to the ladies_ room. Thankfully, it was empty, so I whipped out my phone and dialed the first number in my Recent Call list.__ey. He__ here. Yeah, I__ sure it__ him. They__e lousy liars when they__e drunk. Uh-huh. Okay, see you in five.__ hung up and let out a slow breath. Only a couple things left to do. I gathered my shoulder-length black hair into a high ponytail. I looped the loose curls around into a messy bun and made sure they wouldn__ tumble free if I shook my head too hard. I took the leather gloves in the pocket of my duster out and pulled them on. Then, I walked out of the bathroom and back to the front entrance.The coat-check girl gave me a second unfriendly look as I returned with my ticket stub to retrieve my things__hree vials of holy water, a black rosary with the beads made of onyx and the cross made of wood, a Smith & Wesson .9mm Glock complete with a full magazine of blessed bullets and a silencer, and a worn out page of the Bible. I held out my hands for the items and she dropped them on the counter with an unapologetic, __ops.___hanks,_ I said with a roll of my eyes. I put the Glock back in the hip holster at my side and tucked the rest of the items in the pockets of my duster. The brunette demon crossed her arms under her hilariously oversized fake breasts and sent me a vicious sneer. __he door is that way, Seer. Don__ let it hit you on the way out.__ smiled back. __od bless you.__he let out an ugly hiss between her pearly white teeth. I blew her a kiss and walked out the door. The parking lot was packed outside now that it was half-past midnight. Demons thrived in darkness, so I wasn__ surprised. In fact, I__ been counting on it.

So,_ Lauren said. __ou help ghosts with unfulfilled wishes cross over to the astral plane for judgment.___es.___nd you hunt demons.___es.___nd you__e married to an angel.___es.__he paused. __so basically, you__e Dean Winchester.__ made an exasperated sound. __ am NOT.__he smirked. __eah, sure.

Look, Jordan, you__e not alone any more. It__ my job to protect you while I__ here and I can__ do that if you keep pushing me away.___hat__ the problem, Michael,_ I shot back. __ou have more responsibilities to your boss than you do to me. You taught me how to defend myself, how to heal myself, and that should be good enough. You can__ keep babysitting one little human when you have an entire cosmos to worry about._ He faced me again, those green eyes boring into mine as if he could see straight through me. __re you saying you want me to leave?__y chest tightened. I hadn__ expected him to say that. I bit my bottom lip, glancing away. __hat__ not what I mean.___hen what do you mean?_ __ince when have I ever known what the hell I mean?_ He touched my right cheek, making me face him. __ou do when it counts.__taring up at him, shirtless, vulnerable, and wounded, I felt like I couldn__ breathe. He had a knack for picking my walls apart brick by brick. It bothered me. He took a step closer, casting a shadow over me. __top,_ I mumbled, fixing my eyes on the floor. He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, sliding his warm hand to lift my chin so I__ have to look at him. __top what?_ he murmured. __ooking at me.___hy?___hat__ how Terrell used to look at me before we kissed.__is lips parted to say something but I pushed past him, gathering up my duster from where it lay on the bed next to the dress. __et dressed. We have more ghosts to help.

Do you really think I__e been murdered?_ Michael__ voice was soft, but I still heard it from across the bedroom. He stood in the doorway with a rather solemn expression. Words failed me. Would he really want to hear the answer? If it were me, would I want to know if someone killed me? Maybe. I took a deep breath. ____l be honest with you. It doesn__ look good. The fact that no one knows you__e dead yet makes me worry that your death might have been intentional.__ stepped closer to him, staring all the way up into his face. __ut if you want the truth, I don__ think the reason you died was your fault. You__e a pain in the ass, but you__e a good guy. I__ sorry this happened to you.__e gazed at me for a handful of seconds before nodding and his hair slid forward into his eyes. For some reason, it was the first time Michael seemed human. He was always so amiable and confident that seeing him be vulnerable felt odd. __hank you.___ome on. Let__ go find some answers.