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CHAPTER 21
#unedited.....
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Lucifer's gaze softened, as he watched her lips part, her breath shallow. His fingers lingered at her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve of her skin.
"Sleep," he muttered again, this time gentler, almost like a command
"Stay," she said
His hand froze. The request was simple, innocent. But fuck, it hit him harder than any bullet ever could.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, voice low, rough with something she couldn't name.
Her body relaxed at his words. Slowly, he guided her to the bed, pulling the sheets over her small frame. But when he turned to leave, her hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
"Lucifer, please don't leave me."
His chest tightened painfully.
He knelt beside the bed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "I'm here, Lily. I'm right here."
And for the first time in a long time, he meant it.
Without another word, he slipped into the bed beside her, keeping a careful distance, though every inch of him screamed to pull her close. She shifted, curling into his side, her head resting against his chest, where his heart pounded a little too fast.
He didn't push her away. Fuck, he couldn't.
His hand rested gently on her waist,.Minutes passed. Maybe hours.
Lucifer stared at the ceiling, feeling her breathing even out. She was asleep..
Her small hands clutched his waist, delicate fingers gripping his black shirt as if afraid he would vanish. Her face, serene and innocent, was buried against his chest, her breath warm against his skin.
He muttered under his breath, lips twitching into the slightest smile.
He never smiled. Not genuinely. But with her...
He ran his fingers gently through her hair, careful not to wake her. The soft strands felt like silk beneath his hands.
His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, and she sighed softly in her sleep, her grip tightening around him. His chest tightened painfully. She trusted him. Fucking trusted him.
With a heavy breath, he carefully untangled her arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping out of bed. She stirred but didn't wake.
He grabbed his black robe from the chair, draping it over his broad shoulders as he made his way to his study.
The room was dark, with Shelves of books and files lined the walls, and at the center sat his mahogany desk, drowning in papers. .
He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid. He brought it to his lips. He leaned back in his leather chair, taking a slow sip. The liquid burned down his throat, grounding him.
Ring. Ring.
His telephone buzzed sharply.
Lucifer's jaw clenched. He set the glass down and picked up the phone.
"Speak," he commanded.
"Sir, the shipment from Moscow...there's been a complication," a nervous voice stammered on the other end.
Lucifer's eyes darkened instantly. "A complication?" he repeated slowly,.
"Yes, sir... The Bratva intercepted the cargo. They want three billion naira to release it."
Lucifer chuckled darkly, "Three billion?" he said. "They must have lost their fucking minds."
The man on the line swallowed . "What...what should we do, sir?"
Lucifer leaned back, fingers tapping the desk. "Set up a meeting. Midnight. Warehouse 17. If they want to play dirty, I'll fucking bury them."
"Understood, sir."
"Then you know what's going to happen if we don't get it back.Who's responsible?"
"There's...a name, sir. Marco DeLuca."
Lucifer leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips. "Marco fucking DeLuca."
His fingers drummed against the desk. "Call Viktor. I want DeLuca found. And when you find him..."
There was a pause, and then the coldest words left his lips.
"Burn him. Slowly."
"Yes, Mr. Alexander."
He wanted to keep her out of this. Out of his fucking world of blood, guns, and betrayal.
But could he?
He finished his whiskey in one gulp,
"Fuck," he whispered, raking a hand through his dark hair. He didn't know what scared him more losing control of his empire or losing her.
The next morning...
The scent of coffee filled the room.
Lily stirred, her body stretching lazily before her eyes fluttered open. The bed beside her was empty.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, when the door creaked open.
Lucifer stood there, a tray in hand, wearing a loose black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His dark hair was messy, and the shadow of stubble along his jaw made him look...softer. But those dangerous eyes? Still the same.
"Morning, little thing," he greeted.
Her eyes widened. "You...brought me breakfast?"
He smirked, setting the tray down on the bed. "What? Surprised I know how to take care of someone?"
"Well...yeah," she teased, a small smile playing on her lips.
He chuckled, sitting beside her. "Eat."
She looked down at the tray pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh fruit, and a cup of coffee. "You didn't have to..."
"I wanted to," he cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Eat."
She obeyed, picking up the fork and taking a bite. She moaned softly. "Fuck, this is good."
He watched her with a small, almost invisible smile. "Good."
As she ate, she glanced at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the paleness of his usually flawless skin. "Did you sleep at all?"
"No."
Her brows furrowed. "Why?"
He leaned back, lighting a cigarette"Had things to think about."
"Like?"
"Like how the fuck I'm supposed to keep you safe when every fucking bastard in this city wants a piece of me,tLily...my world isn't safe" he muttered, rubbing his temples.
"I don't care," she shot back. "I don't care how dangerous it is. I want to be here. With you."
He stared at her for a long moment, something shifting behind his eyes.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
He chuckled softly, surprising even himself. Reaching out, he patted her head gently, his fingers tangling in her soft hair.
Lily blushed, her heart pounding. Slowly, she stood on her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was barely more than a brush, but it made his entire body tense.
She pulled back quickly, her cheeks flaming red.
"Uhhh, Lucifer... can I ask you a question?" she mumbled, scratching the back of her head nervously.
He leaned back, taking another drag from his cigarette, "Yeah?"
"What's your real name? Except for 'the devil' and all that."
He froze, the cigarette pausing halfway to his lips. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly, he muttered, "Alexander."
"Can I call you Alex? It's really beautiful," she whispered, looking up at him with wide, innocent puppy eyes that made his chest fucking ache.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Beautiful? His name? No one had ever said that. No one had ever looked at him like that with pure admiration, without fear..
He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers
"Eat first," he said You don't want to be late for school."
Lily blinked up at him, slightly startled, but nodded quickly. "Okay... okay."
He smirked faintly, that irresistible curve of his lips making her heart stutter. She quickly finished her breakfast under his watchful gaze,.
When she was done, she grabbed her bag and stood up. Lucifer was already holding the door open for her. "Damien's waiting outside," he muttered, lighting a cigarette."
Her cheeks flushed, and she hurried past him.
Outside, Damien leaned against his sleek black car, sunglasses perched on his nose.
Lily smiled faintly. "I'll be fine."
"Sure," Damien smirked, leaning back as she got out. "See you later, princess."
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Lily adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked into the school building,
As she turned a corner, her body collided with someone, and hot liquid splashed across the front of a girl's expensive designer blouse.
"Fuck! Are you fucking blind, bitch?" a voice screamed.
Lily's eyes widened as she realized what had happened. A tall, red hair girl with perfectly styled hair and an expensive handbag stared at her in rage, coffee dripping from her silk blouse.
Do you know how much this dress fucking costs? More than your entire pathetic existence, I bet. And now it's ruined because of your clumsy ass
"I..I'm sorry," Lily stammered. "You bumped into me"
"Are you fucking serious right now
Did you seriously just say I bumped into you? Do you know who the fuck I am. My dad basically owns half this damn city. You're just some insignificant little?"
Lily took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as she replied, "Look, I didn't mean to spill your coffee, but I really need to get to class
"Shut up,"I don't give a damn about your pathetic excuses, you little nobody."
"Let go of me."
"Or what? What the fuck are you gonna do, huh? Cry? Run to your daddy? Oh wait you probably don't even have one."
"You know, for someone with such expensive clothes, you sure have a cheap attitude."She pressed her lips together so tightly that the pain was the only thing keeping the tears from spilling down her cheeks.
"How dare you" her hand shot up , landing a sharp slap across Lily's face, leaving a red mark on her cheek.
"Enough."
Lily felt strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. The scent of cigarettes and leather enveloped her.
Liam.
"Liam... I she was the first. That bitch insulted me and—" the girl stammered,
"Shut the fuck up," Liam cut her off coldly. His jaw clenched, His eyes stared to Lily's cheek, darkening even further when he saw the red mark om her soft skin. "I didn't expect you here, but don't you dare lay your fucking hands on my girlfriend again. If you do, I swear you'll regret it."
"Girlfriend? I am your fiancée!" she shrieked.
Lily's heart stopped. What the fuck?She turned sharply to face Liam "When the hell did I ever become your girlfriend?!"
Liam's lips curled into a devilish smirk, "Since now," he muttered, just for her to hear.
Lily's breath hitched, but before she could say another word, Liam turned his full attention back on her
"You? My fiancée? That was your father's deal, not mine. You mean nothing to me."
"But Liam"
"Fuck off," Liam interrupted. "Touch her again, and I swear, you won't like what I will do to you...."
Lily finally pulled away from Liam's grip, glaring at him. "What the hell was that?" she demanded. "Girlfriend? Are you insane?"
Liam chuckled darkly, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. He took a long drag, blowing the smoke out slowly. "Relax, sweetheart. I just saved your ass."