Chapter Three

Lucifer's POV

I am in my mansion, in my office dealing with the next weapon shipment. This is taking forever. I inherited the mafia from my father

when I was 21. People say we quite look alike and that is true. I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother.

Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none.

He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold. I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me. As I enter I spot my brother who is my second in command. Then my eyes meet her.

Fuck.

She locks her eyes with me. Something tells me that she was surprised to see me here. Well, usually I don't go to these events so that might be the reason or I'll look extremely handsome. God, I need to stop hanging around my brother Chris less cause I have become cocky. Chris and her are very close friends and therefore she hangs around our house a lot with her other irritating friend. I think her name is Joana or something.

I gave Chris a knowing look and he started talking back to her, keeping her distracted. Me and Vincent my third in command and two other men started to walk towards Logan. He notices us and becomes rigid in his seat. I nod toward Vincent and he grabs Logan by his collar and we start walking towards an empty room.

He is seated on the chair, we all four surround him. I look at him and I can see he is shitting in his pants. I take my gun from my pocket and I see he is starting to panic.

That is what I am known for, I usually speak less and scare my victims with other torture methods so they automatically start talking. I aim the gun at him and shoot, he startles in his chair sweating like a pig. It doesn't hit him, just passes by. I aim again when he suddenly opens his mouth.

"What do you want!" Panic was in his voice.

That's good.

"You know what. You made me and my men come all the way here and still, your pathetic ass doesn't know shit." I keep my voice neutral.

"Please, I am sorry, but I don't have your money! Please, give me s-some time a-and I will give it b-back! Please don't kill me!" He begs, I chuckle.

"Look at you, you are begging, is that what your wife taught you in bed?"

He becomes still and almost pale.

"Don't touch her! She had nothing to do with this!" Fear in his eyes.

"Are you stupid to make demands? As you don't have my money, you are giving me your company, all businesses, every estate around the globe except your house. You know why the last part?"

He shakes his head immediately. I put my hand on his shoulders and look into his eyes.

"Because your wife and son will live there-" he looked relieved,"- you on the other hand will be 6 ft underground."

And I shoot him in the head. Pathetic.

"Clean the body, and take it to their family. You may all go back, I have to meet someone." I say.

I leave the room, it's a good thing that I made sure the room was soundproof. I made my way through the hall where all the people were talking and then I saw her.

She is just as beautiful as I remember when she had left for college. I have been wanting her to be mine since I was 11. I and her brother Theo are great friends, and we both trust each other very much. He knows what I do, I am the leader of the American Mafia.

His family also helps in dealing with their business. Everyone in their family knows about the real motive behind the company except her. I have had my men keep an eye on her since then. From what she and Chris talk about, I know she is very innocent but that though was perished when I found out she lost her virginity in high school to some douche bag. Don't worry I dealt with him, in my own twisted way. I simply killed him and made it seem like he transferred to another school. No one touches what's mine.

I walk towards their group, Chris and Tom smile at me while Jo and Maria look nervous. What can I say I have that effect on people. I stand next to Maria and wrap my arm around her waist, she became rigid to my touch. Taking the hint Chris removes his hand and asks me.

"What brings you here brother?" He knows the answer to that, he just likes teasing me.

"You know socialising with people. Got bored from work so decided to come here. What are you guys doing?"

I can feel her chest rising and falling slowly as if she is trying to control her breathing.

"Nothing much, talking about knives and ropes and stuff." Chris says. Maria chokes on her drink and the three are trying not to laugh. I raise an eyebrow.

"Are you ok love?" I say to her while patting her back slowly.

"Yea, sorry." God her voice does things to me.

"Why don't you join me for a dance?"

Why am I nervous?

"Sure." She smiles at me.

I lead her to the dance floor ignoring the stares I get from people.

"So how was college." I start the conversation.

"It was fine." She is nervous I can tell but I want her to be comfortable around me.

"Anyone caught your eye?" Well, I know the answer to that.

"No, well there was one but I think he wanted someone else so..." She trailed.

There was still a slight smile on her face.

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that."

To be honest I was the one who told him to stay away from her otherwise he would be joining his parents to the grave.

"So I heard you joined the family business?" The smile on her face was disappeared, I don't like that.

"Yea." Sadness was prominent in her voice even though she tried to hide it.

"You sound disappointed. Is that not what you wanted?" This is not good, she is sad, I always want my princess to be happy.

"Well, yea but I wanted to do something of my own you know. I don't like things given to me on a silver platter."

"Then why did you do it?"

"My father told me to." Her voice wavering at the end.

That bastard. I never liked that man, I know how he treats his daughter. He doesn't stop unless he gets what he wants. My father tried reasoning with him but that son of a bitch never listens. I even thought of shooting him in the head, do us all a favour but Maria is kind-hearted that she doesn't want that.

My family loves Maria and were beyond happy when I told them I want her as mine. Mum was on the moon, she didn't want me to be married to some gold digger. Maria on the other hand was a caregiver and kind, never disrespectful. Don't get me wrong over there, when she gets angry she loses her shit. You should be aware of her.

"Well let's not talk about this. How is your life going?" She brought me out of my trans.

"It's going good I suppose. My business is flourishing, mum and dad are good, Chris is still a pain in the ass."

She laughs at the last comment. That immediately brought a smile to my face.

"That's good to hear. You seem quite different than before."

"How come?"

"I don't know, bit more soft and open." I chucked.

"Soft and open? Love you quiet don't know me yet." If only she knew what I was doing half an hour before, she would be running to the hills.

"Not like that. You never used to talk to me so much, let alone dance with me in front of all these people. You have become quite good and not what people say you are."

"And what do people say about me?"

I brought her closer to my chest and pressed my cheek against her ear. Her breathing becomes more rapid.

"You know, a cold-hearted person, the

devil himself." She laughs.

"And what gives you the idea that it's not true?" I smirk against her ear.

She smells so good.

"You are known as the devil, but I don't think you are. Deep down inside, you are having other emotions that matter to you as well. You are quite good to me so I deny their words."

I make some distance between us and lean down to meet her eyes. They are beautiful.

"You should know better than that love. Just like others say,-" I lean closer that our noses are touching. "-devils don't come with red dress and horns on their heads, they come in exactly what you want them as."

Both of our breathings are deep, the dance is long forgotten. I lean in to meet her lips then someone clears their throat beside us. That got me pissed. Cock blocker.