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I order him coldly. He contemplates me with rage but sticks out his tongue while continuing to stare at me. I take malicious pleasure in putting my cigar on his tongue while his face twists in pain. Then I release him and put my cigar in my ashtray. I walk over to my minibar and pour him some ice cubes into a crystal glass. "Lucia is not only under my protection," I inform him, handing him the glass. The Gabino son slides two ice cubes into his mouth, then frowns as he looks at me.

As they prepare their weapons, he hears a voice saying, “that cunt shot me. We will execute our plan to take Lucifer’s wife and his daughter. Bring them to me alive.” Lucifer slowly climbs up the staircase, where he notices a pipe that leads to an office painted all white. Looking up, a guy is standing; ample built, looks chubby, and is wearing a brown three-quarter jacket with a cigar. Lucifer noticed a plaster over his neck. Fingers filled with rings. He was wearing a pair of point shoes with black leather crocodile skin.

“Bas ran a sex trafficking ring for supernaturals. Kept everyone so hopped up on sex magic, they didn’t want to leave. Most - including former Lycan King Talbot - turned a blind eye, claiming it was close enough to consensual. You break the tie to sex magic without payment and you die, so they all had to stay in the ring. With how much Annalise helped with it, there is no good reason.” I cast a glance over to Rudi, remembering the way Kaleb looked so fondly at her when he briefly mentioned an incubi sex trafficking ring just a few nights ago. Dots began to connect. “Rudi, are you a lycan?” She shook her head. “They made me near immortal so they wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of sour

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.