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CHAPTER 16
#UNEDITED.....
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She looked down, focusing on cleaning the wound, her lips pressed into a tight line to keep herself from saying too much.
Lucifer's eyes softened as he watched her. He reached out, curling his fingers around her wrist.
"Stop blaming yourself," he said, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "This... this isn't your fault. It never was."
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Damn him.
"Stop smiling," she muttered, turning her attention back to the wound. "You look like an asshole."
Lily let out a frustrated sigh, biting back a curse as she grabbed the bandages from the kit. She didn't know why she was always cursing.
"What if I like it when you take care of me?"
His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lucifer was speechless.
He smirked faintly, leaning back against the wall as though he wasn't losing blood by the second. "I've had worse. It's just blood," he said.
"Hold still. If you move, this will hurt even more than it already does."
"You're angry," he said.
"Of course I'm angry," she shot back, glaring at him.
"I didn't mean for you to see this," he replied.
"Don't change the subject. You need to promise me you'll be more careful. No more running headfirst into danger without thinking about the consequences."
"This isn't a joke, Lucifer," she snapped, dropping the kit onto the table beside him. "You were stabbed, you're bleeding everywhere, and you're sitting there like it's nothing!"
"It's nothing I can't handle."
"That's not the point!" she hissed.
He watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable.
"Shut up," she muttered, her cheeks flushing. She soaked a piece of cotton wool in antiseptic and pressed it to the wound.
He hissed, his jaw tightening as the alcohol stung. "Fuck, that burns."
"Oh, now it hurts?" she shot back, glaring at him.
"Death doesn't scare me," he said. "I don't die, Lily. Not like you do. Not like humans do."
"Then why are you bleeding?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He just stared at her. "Demons don't die; they perish and burn away. You're not going to lose me," he said.
He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, Lily," he assured her.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away, focusing on bandaging the wound. "You'd better not," she said.
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
"You care too much," he said.
He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. "You're going to get hurt," he warned.
"Maybe," she said. "But you're worth it."
Lucifer stared at her, his eyes dark and intense, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. But then he pulled back, leaning against the chair with a tired sigh.
"Lily," he said.
She looked back at him, her heart pounding.
"Thank you," he said.
"That's not good enough. You're going to promise me, right now, that you'll stop being so reckless and take care of yourself."
He raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to laugh or not.
"Fine," he finally said. "I promise."
"Good," she replied, crossing her arms. "Because if you break that promise, I swear to God, I'll"
"Don't make me do this again, okay?".
Her heart stopped, her breath caught, and before she could think or protest, his lips were on hers.
His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer as his other arm wrapped around her waist.
Her hands found his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back . The taste of him of smoke made her head spin.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, they were both breathing hard.
Lucifer's thumb brushed against Lily's swollen lip, making her heart pound harder than it should have.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low, l Lust bubbled up inside him, The sight of her so near lwas driving him insane.
Lucifer leaned against the wall, The way her hands trembled slightly while she tidied up, the way she chewed her bottom lip, her every movement it was as if she had no idea the effect she had on him.
. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked,
"i don't know "he said.
"Stop it," she snapped.
"Stop what?" he drawled.
"Looking at me like you're going to" She stopped herself, her breath hitching.
"Like I'm going to what?" he murmured, his lips quirking into a devilish smirk.
Her back hit the edge of the table, and she froze .
"Lucifer, this isn't"
"Shh," he cut her off, his finger brushing against her lips. "Don't. Don't tell me this is wrong when you feel it too."
Her throat tightened, her words dying in her mouth. Before she could think, his mouth was on hers.
She gasped against his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, he scooped her up , carrying her to the bed.
"Wh.what are you doing?" she stammered
"You need to sleep, tomorrow is school"he said as He placed her gently on the bed and slid in beside her, his arm draping over her waist. She tensed, unsure of what to do. Was he going to sleep with her.
Lucifer leaned against the headboard,
"I'm sleeping with you," he said.
Lily's breath caught in her throat. What?
and for a second, she thought she misheard him. "Excuse me?"
Lucifer didn't blink. Didn't smirk. Didn't look like he was joking. "You heard me."
She stared at him, her heart pounding. "Why?"
"Because I want to."
She swallowed.. That was not the answer she was expecting.
"You" She clenched her jaw,
"I just did."
Her fists tightened. "You have your own room, your own bed!"
He shrugged, completely unaffected. "I don't sleep well there.,,, I prefer your"
That threw her off. She hesitated. "You don't sleep well?"
His fingers traced the edge of the pillow absentmindedly, "I don't sleep."
Her heart clenched at that.
"But with me?"
Lucifer's dark lashes lowered slightly. "With you, I can."
Her stomach flipped. That... that was not fair.
Lucifer moved before she could finish, pushing the covers back and settling against the pillows like he owned the bed.He stretched out, his broad shoulders and long legs taking up more space than they should have.
He put off the lamp.
"Lucifer" she hissed.
He turned on his side, propping his head on his hand as he gave her a lazy smirk. "You can either join me, or not .Your choice."
"I hate you," she muttered.
"Mm," he mused, patting the empty space beside him. "Now get in."
"Shh," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sleep, Lily, I'm not going to bite… unless you want me to."
"You are not going to do.. anything bad"she asked.
He cracked one eye open, and the look he gave her was so dry she almost felt stupid for asking.
Something other people humans could enjoy without a second thought.
Sleep was a weakness. His body had forgotten how. Centuries of war, blood, had burned that part of him away. This wasn't some human affliction, something that could be cured with fucking pills or meditation.
For him, closing his eyes meant surrender. It meant death.
His past. His sins. The monsters he had killed, the ones he had let live.
Or at least, that's how it was before her.
Lily.
The first time it happened, he thought he was hallucinating. He had been near her, too fucking close, the scent of her skin making his head spin. His body had felt warm, heavy something he hadn't felt in years. And then, just like that, darkness.
Sleep. Real, deep, fucking sleep.
When he woke, he was disoriented, on He thought it was a mistake, a one time thing. But then it happened again. And again.
Every time she was near, his body gave in.
That should have fucking terrified him.
It did.
Because it meant she had power over him. It meant that without her, he would go back to that sleepless, restless hell.
And that? That was dangerous.
She was warm, her breathing steady, her presence wrapping around him like a fucking drug. His fingers curled into the sheets.
Fuck.
His body betrayed him, his breathing slowing. She didn't even know what she was doing to him. How could she?
He let out a slow exhale, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Her scent was everywhere. Soft. Sweet. Fucking intoxicating.
Lucifer stared at her for a long moment, then leaned in, burying his face against the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply.
She stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, her body shifting closer to his.
A sharp knock at the door knocked .
He didn't move, didn't open his eyes.
Another knock, louder this time.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Fuck.
"What?" he growled,
There was a pause, then, "The Godfather is here. He's waiting for you in his office."
Damn it.
He sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
Lucifer rolled his shoulders, running a hand through his hair before pushing himself to his feet. His expression darkened.
"So, tell him I don't want to see him," he said .
"He said you were going to say that." she said blushing.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"And?"
"He said…" Valeria hesitated, then exhaled sharply. "He said if you refuse, he'll come up here himself."
"Fucking bastard."
Then, without another word, he strode toward the door, pulling it open.
He just walked past her, like he just walked past her, like she was nothing but air.
Valeria bit her lip, her fingers clenching at her sides as she watched him go.
She should have been used to it by now the coldness, the way he treated her.
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Lucifer exhaled a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette.
"You took your damn time getting here," the Godfather growled, his fingers playing with the glass of whiskey,
"Do I need to remind you that when I call, you answer?"
Lucifer smirked, the corners of his lips as he tapped the ash from his cigarette into the tray. "You called me, old man,That must mean you want something."
"A shipment. A shipment of cargo coming through the port tonight, and the bastard want it"he said.
"So"he scoffed..
"I want him dealt with. I want his men crushed, his empire burned to the ground. I want him to know what it means to cross me."
"You're offering me a job, but why the hell would I take it?"
The Godfather leaned back in his chair, "Because you're the best, I don't trust anyone else to do this, Lucifer. You do the job, and the thirty billion is yours."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly. He had no love for the Godfather, "Thirty billion, huh, nah?" he muttered.
He leaned back, looking at the guards by the door. "Leave us," he said coldly,
The two men looked at the Godfather, who nodded slightly. With a stiff salute, they left the room, the door closing behind them with a soft thud.
"This isn't just about money, Lucifer. It's about power. Control. If we let this bastard live, it sets a fucking precedent. We can't afford to look weak."
"No, am not interested"Lucifer said and stood up walking towards the door.
"It it about that human girl, Lily isn't it"he said and let out a dry chuckled.
"You haven't killed her," the old man said, swirling his whiskey. "That's a fucking problem."
Lucifer exhaled slowly,
"She's nothing," he said flatly.
The Godfather chuckled, low and dry. "Bullshit."
Lucifer's jaw tightened just slightly, the only sign of irritation. He hated how this old fuck knew everything.
The Godfather leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "You're keeping pets now? Because last time I checked, humans don't belong in this world. They exist to sell their souls to you, not warm your fucking bed."
"She's not your fucking concern."
The Godfather laughed, shaking his head. ", Lucifer." He sighed like he pitied him. "I know you. I raised you. I made you the ruthless son of a bitch that this world fears".
Lucifer's cigarette burned close to his fingers. "Then why haven't you killed her?" He let the question hang, taunting. "She's a weakness. And weaknesses get you fucking killed."
Lucifer didn't move. .
Then Lucifer straightened, rolling his shoulders like he was bored of this conversation. He turned toward the door,
"This meeting is over."
"You walk out that door, Lucifer," the Godfather warned,
The old fuck's face took his Cain and before he swung it, hard on Lucifer back.
The force enough to send a normal man stumbling. But Lucifer? He didn't fucking move.
He stayed exactly where he was, standing tall, cigarette still between his lips, .
The Godfather was breathing hard, "How dare you," he seethed, his voice raw with anger. "I fucking made you. You ungrateful bastard?"
Lucifer slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, . Then, without a single change in expression, he reached up, rolling his shoulder like the hit had been nothing.
He grabbed the Godfather's wrist.
The old fuck let out a strangled growl, his knees buckling as Lucifer tightened his grip, . His other hand shot out, wrapping around the bastard's throat, forcing him back against the desk.
Lucifer leaned in, his breath warm against the Godfather's face,
"You think I've gone soft?" His grip tightened. "You think I won't fucking end you right here, right now?"
The Godfather clawed at his wrist, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyesthose same eyes that had once looked at Lucifer
Fear.
Lucifer smirked, his grip loosening just enough for the bastard to suck in a breath.
"Let me remind you, if you laid your fucking hands on my little thing, I won't hesitate to rip your fucking throat out with my bare hands" Lucifer murmured, dragging the words out like a death sentence,
And then he slammed the old man's head against the desk.
THUD.
Blood trickled from the Godfather's temple, staining the polished wood. He let out a pained grunt.
He grabbed the cane from his weak, trembling fingers and snapped it in half, tossing the pieces to the floor like trash.
Lucifer straightened, rolling his shoulders before turning toward the door. But before he stepped out, he glanced back, cigarette between his fingers.