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(His addiction.....)
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#unedited…
Lucifer's fist curled at his side, his knuckles turning white, his other hand buried deep in his pocket. His grip tightened around the cool metal of his lighter as the cigarette burned between his lips.
The sight of her standing next to him made something sharp
Lucifer exhaled a slow breath, his teeth grinding together as his
as he pulled her roughly to his chest.
Her soft body crashed against his hard frame, her head knocking against him. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut as she rubbed her head, trying to ease the sharp sting of pain.
His other hand remained tucked into his pocket, his broad shoulders stiff as he took a slow drag from his cigarette.
Liam looked up and stiffened. His grip on his bag tightened instinctively as his eyes locked onto the man standing in front of him.
Fuck.
This guy… He wasn't just tall and broad-shouldered; he had that presence, the kind that suffocated the air around him. His face was sharp, dangerously attractive, the kind of good looks that could make women weak in the knees. But it wasn't just that. It was his aura cold that could send someone straight to their grave.
Liam swallowed. When the fuck did Lily meet someone like this?
"Uhh… Alex," she stammered, reaching out to him, "I think this is a misunderstanding… Let's just go back home, okay?"
Liam reached for Lily's hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist
"Are you going with him?
His eyes searched hers, looking for something anything that would tell him she was having second thoughts. That she wouldn't leave with this man. That she wouldn't return to someone as terrifying as him.
Because fuck, this guy is so terrifying.
"Liam, I need to go," she said, almost pleading. "I will see you tomorrow."
"You should let her choose who she wants to be with," he said. "Just be honest with yourself. Are you really happy with him? Because you don't look happy, and if you want to leave, I'll take you away from him right now."
"She's not going anywhere," he said,
"So, you won't even let her speak for herself? That says a lot, doesn't it?" He looked back at Lily. "If he cared about you, he wouldn't be dragging you around like this".
He grabbed him by his collar and slammed him by the wall hard.
"Fuck" Liam choked out as blood spilled from his no, dragging him up just to drive his knee into his stomach.
He crashed to the ground, groaning as blood dripped from his mouth, his breath coming out in harsh pants.
"Alex, please please stop all this
He didn't even look at her. His grip only tightened around Liam's throat.
"Alex," she said, tugging desperately at his sleeve. "You're going to kill him if you don't stop". Tears clung to her lashes. Her lips parted as if wanted to speak but couldn't find the words
He tilted his head, running his tongue along his teeth before he slammed his fist against his face.
He growled in pain, his vision blurring for a second but before he could react, Lucifer punched him over again.
"Please, Let him go. I'm begging you."She grabbed Lucifer's arm again, pulling with all her strength.
"Do you love him?"
She froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Lucifer's fingers tightened around her wrist. His grip was so hard that she felt the bones in her hand.
"Tell me now" he growled. "Do you fucking love him, do you want him?"
Lily winced. Her wrist felt like it was about to snap under his strength.
"I"
She swallowed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Answer me, little thing. Don't make me angry" his grip tightened as his jaw clenched.
Tears spilled from her eyes."No," she gasped. "I don't love him."
Lucifer didn't react.
"Say it again."
Her hands shook.
"I don't love him. I don't love him. Just let him go" she sobbed. She swallowed hard, trying to pull away. "You're hurting me."
"Then why the fuck are you begging for him?" His tone was harsh, cutting straight through her.
Lily's lips trembled. "Because… because you were going to kill him," she admitted, her voice small. "And I don't want that. Please, Alex, let him go."
Lucifer let out a slow, heavy breath, but his grip on her didn't loosen."So, you care about him?" His words were like ice.
"No, I don't. I don't love him; I don't like him. I swear" She swallowed, her throat burning. "I just didn't want you to do something you'd regret."
Lucifer's jaw clenched. He looked at her for a long, tense moment, his eyes with something unreadable. Then, without another word, he let go of her wrists.
Lily gasped softly, rubbing the sore spots where his fingers had been.
Lucifer exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair. "Don't ever beg for another man in front of me again," he muttered.
"Get into the car. Now." His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.
Lily hesitated for only a second before she quickly nodded, her heart pounding. She didn't dare disobey him, not when he was like this.
Without another word, she turned and walked toward the black car.
Lucifer's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped through the streets.
"Lucifer, you didn't have to do that" She took a slow breath, forcing herself to speak.
"Shut up."
"You hurt him, Lucifer and you have almost killed him"
"And?" His cold laugh sent a chill down her spine. "You expect me to fucking apologize? After he had his hands on you?"
Her lips parted, but she hesitated.
"Say it, Lily." He turned his head slightly, his icy gaze pinning her in place. "Fucking say you wanted me to let him go. Say you wanted me to watch as he touched you."
"That's not what I meant"
"Then what the fuck do you mean?" His voice dropped, "Because from where I was standing, You begged for him, Lily."
She swallowed hard. "I didn't want you to hurt him."
Lucifer exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. "But you didn't care that he was touching you."
"He wasn't"
Lucifer suddenly slammed the brakes.
The car came to a violent halt, jerking her forward. Her breath hitched as she turned to look at him, her heart pounding. His jaw was locked, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths.
"Get out." He turned his dark eyes at her. His fingers flexed against the wheel before he suddenly slammed his palm against the dashboard.
"What?"Lily's stomach dropped.
"I said, get the fuck out."Lucifer turned his head toward her,
"Lucifer" Tears welled in her eyes as she hesitated, her hands trembling. "You're being unreasonable."
Lucifer let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. "Unreasonable?" He leaned in, his face inches from hers "You don't fucking get it, do you?"
Lily swallowed hard.
"Do you like him, Lily Or do you want to go with him?"
"Answer me." His fingers curled around her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Do you fucking like him?"
Lily's throat tightened.
He scoffed, letting go of her face. "Maybe I should've killed him."
"Stop it!" she cried, her voice shaking. "Why are you doing this?"
Lucifer's eyes darkened as he watched her. Then, without another word, he reached across her, shoving the door open.
"Get out."
"It raining"
Lucifer grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the open door. "I said get out, Lily."
Her eyes filled with tears, her chest tightening painfully. "Alex, please."
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she finally stepped out of the car, her body trembling. The door slammed shut behind her, and before she could even turn back, the engine roared, and he was gone.
. She didn't know what she had expected, but not this. Not in this rain.
The cold wind moved around her, whipping her wet hair against her face, but she didn't move. She stood there, frozen,
She bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. How dare he?
How dare he treat her like this?
Tears slipped down her face, hot against her frozen skin.
"You're a fucking monster; I hate you so much," she choked out, even though he couldn't hear her.
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The door was open with a respected nod.
"Young master," he said and bowed slightly and closed the door behind him before rounding the car and slipping into the driver seat.
Liam slid into the backseat of the car, his body aching, his lip still bleeding, but he didn't make a sound. He leaned back against the cold leather, his fingers resting loosely against his knee, eyes staring blankly at the rain-streaked window.
"Young Master."
..
He glanced at Liam through the rearview mirror, his brows furrowing slightly as his gaze flickered to the streaks of red on Liam's knuckles, the bruises forming along his jaw.
Liam didn't respond.
A deep sigh came from the front seat. "Young Master… you're bleeding."
Liam dragged his tongue over his busted lip, tasting the coppery tang of blood. He exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable.
The driver let out a quiet sigh, shifting in his seat as he started the engine. "Did you fight with someone?"
Silence. He was already used to the young master's indifference.
"Young Master, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
Liam's fingers curled against his knee, his nails pressing into the fabric of his pants. "No." His voice was calm.
The driver nodded once, gripping the wheel. He knew better than to push. Liam was never one for unnecessary words.
Another pause.
"Was it because of Miss Lily" The driver's tone was careful, but he had seen enough over the years to understand.
Liam's jaw tightened, but he still didn't answer.
"Drive."
The driver pressed his lips together and nodded, turning his attention back to the road.
"Young Master," he said, clearing his throat slightly before continuing. "Your father has requested your presence. He wants to have a meeting with you."
The driver shifted slightly in his seat, his hands tightening on the wheel. He had worked for the family long enough to know that silence from Liam was more than anger. But he had been given a message to deliver, and he couldn't ignore it.
"He said it's important," he added.
He tilted his head slightly, resting it against the cool leather of the seat, his fingers tapping lazily against his knee. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes half-lidded.
"Important?" he repeated, Almost amused. "For who?"
The driver swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond."Your father, sir," he said, his voice respectful,
Liam exhaled softly, almost like he had expected that answer as it bored him.
"Right," he murmured, "Because when has anything ever been important unless it benefited him?"
His father never summoned him unless there was something to gain.
"He expects an answer, sir," the driver finally said,
His fingers tapped lazily against his knee, the only sign of movement. "And?"
The driver pressed his lips together, his grip tightening around the wheel. He should've expected that response.
"Young Master, welcome home."The maids stood in a neat row, heads bowed in respect.
He walked past as if they weren't even there, By the time he reached his bedroom, . His fingers went to the buttons of his wet shirt, yanking them open before shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor.
He moved straight to the bathroom, turning the knob on the shower without a second thought. Ice-cold water burst from the showerhead,
His head tilted back, eyes closing as the droplets hit his face, trailing down his sharp jawline, over his tense shoulders, and down his sculpted chest. His fingers curled into fists at his sides.
Why the fuck couldn't he stop thinking about her? Her face was burned into his fucking mind.
The way she looked at him, her soft voice, her goddamn tears. It didn't make sense. He didn't get attached. He didn't fucking care. So why the fuck did she make his chest tighten like this?
His jaw clenched, frustration bubbling inside him. He pressed his palm against the wall, letting the cold water try to drown
Knock.
Liam exhaled sharply, his head turning slightly toward the door. He didn't move at first, letting the knocking continue.
Knock. Knock.
With a grunt, he turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, tracing over his defined abs as he ran a hand through his wet locks, pushing them back.
He pulled the door open.
An elderly woman stood there, her expression calm as she stepped inside, carrying a silver tray with food.
"You called for me, Young Master," she said, placing the tray on the table before pulling out a first aid box.
Liam didn't reply. He just turned his back to her, rolling his shoulders slightly as he sat on the edge of his bed.
She moved toward him, pulling out a fresh cotton ball and soaking it with iodine as she gently pressed it to the cut on his back.
A sharp sting burned through his skin, and his jaw tightened. His muscles tensed.
"Did you get into a fight, Young Master?" the woman asked softly.
Liam let out a slow breath before giving a small nod.
"Fuck," he muttered, shutting his eyes as pain burned through him.
She threaded the needle through his torn skin with steady hands.
"Hold still, Young Master."
The pain was sharp and deep, but he had felt worse. He exhaled slowly, his jaw clenched as she pulled the thread through.
She Just finished stitching him up, wiping the blood away. The woman sighed but didn't push further. Instead, she reached for the bandage and carefully wrapped it around his torso, securing it firmly.
Once she was done, she stood, packing the first aid kit back into its box.
"Your food is there. Try to eat something," she said before bowing slightly and stepping toward the door.
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"T.. Tristan" Fuck harder. She screamed out his name loudly, and he groaned in response.
"Tristan," she gasped, arching beneath him. "God, you feel so fucking good"
A knock.
Tristan froze, his grip tightening on the woman's hip.
Another knock, harder this time.
The woman beneath him whined as he pulled away, her legs wrapping around him in protest. "Ignore it," she purred, hands sliding up his chest. "Baby, just"
Tristan exhaled sharply, shoving his hand through his messy, dark hair before grabbing his pants off the floor. He zipped them up, shooting the woman a glare. "Get dressed."
She huffed but obeyed, sliding off the bed with a sulky pout. His muscles tensed as he yanked it open. "Who the fuck"
"Tristan."
"You've got three fucking seconds before I slam this door in your face."
"You always this fucking dramatic, Tristan?" she asked, tilting her head.
Tristan exhaled a stream of smoke, his dark eyes unreadable. "Only when I'm dealing with idiots, Cassandra."
"And here I thought I was your favorite."Cassandra chuckled, leaning back against the leather seat.
"You were never my favorite," Tristan replied smoothly. He stubbed out his cigarette, then reached for his drink, swirling the amber liquid before taking a sip.
Tristan didn't even crack a smile. "Cut the bullshit. You called me here. What do you want?"
. "You know, for someone so goddamn handsome, you're fucking rude."She sighed dramatically, lifting her glass to her lips before answering
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a folded piece of paper and slid it across the table.
Tristan stared at it, but he didn't touch it. "What is this?"
"A little something that might interest you," she said, sipping her drink. "Or piss you the fuck off. Either way".
His eyes darkened, the amusement draining from his face. He inhaled deeply, the cigarette burning between his fingers, then exhaled a long smoke. Cassandra shifted on her feet, watching him closely. "Well?"
The glass in Tristan's other hand shattered. Whiskey dripped between his fingers,
"Who the fuck ran this test?" he said and rolled his messy hair angrily.
"I had someone pull the records. It wasn't easy" Tristan shot to his feet, the heavy chair scraping against the marble floor. "You had someone?" he repeated.
Tristan slammed his hands against the desk, causing the papers to scatter. His cigarette burned between his fingers, the ash falling onto the mahogany surface.
"And I sure as fuck don't need you digging into things that don't concern you."
Cassandra exhaled sharply. "It concerns you whether you like it or not."
"And what the fuck am I supposed to do with this information, huh?" He held up the crumpled document, his fingers stained with whiskey and blood.
"You tell me, boss," Cassandra challenged, folding her arms. "Because if this gets out if the wrong people see this"
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Lucifer sat back in his chair, his fingers lazily flicking the cigarette as he took another slow drag. Without a word, he reached for his glass of whiskey, tilting it to his lips and taking a slow sip. The burn in his throat was nothing.
You left her out there, In the fucking rain. That's too harsh on him; you killed her darn fathe.r" Damien stood stiffly across from him, his jaw tight.
"And?" he said flatly.
"She was shivering, Lucifer. She was fucking freezing. What the hell were you thinking?"
"Thinking?" He scoffed, taking another slow sip of whiskey before placing the glass down on the table "You assume I care."
"You're getting bold, Damien," he mused, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Since when did you start making assumptions about me?"
"Since I started seeing you act like a fucking idiot," Damien shot back. "You think pushing her away is going to fix anything? You think leaving her in the cold, alone. She might hate you for this".
."She was getting too comfortable, so I reminded her of her place he said simply ."
Lucifer's expression darkened, his patience running thin. "I don't need to explain myself to you."
. His hands trembled with rage as he snatched the nearest glass off the table and smashed it against the wall.
The desk? He knocked everything off with one violent sweep of his arm, the papers, whiskey bottle, and lamp crashing to the ground.
Fuck.
He didn't feel any pain. The sharp edges of broken glass bit into his hands, All he could think about was her.
Lily.
He grabbed his car keys and stormed out, He slammed the car door shut, his jaw clenched as he gripped the steering wheel with bloodied hands.
With a growl, he hit the gas. His wipers clear the windshield, .And then his heart nearly stopped.
Lily.
She was on the side of the road, walking, her small frame trembling as the rain-soaked her completely. Her arms were wrapped around herself, her head lowered, her hair sticking to her wet skin.
His throat tightened.
Fuck. His heart bleed.
His foot slammed the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt right beside her as he shoved the door open and stepped out, the cold water drenching his already ruined clothes.
"Get in," he ordered,
"Lily," he growled, stepping forward, blocking her path. "Don't fucking test me right now. Get in the damn car."
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, and fuck, his heart twisted at the sight of her. Her lips trembled, her lashes clumped together from the rain, her face pale from the cold.
"I said no" she bit out, shaking her head".