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I chose a hot, blue party dress, exposing my slim legs, and strappy black heels. I kept my hair open and applied a smokey eyeshadow with a dark lipstick.
"Ryl, you ready?" Kyle asked when he entered my room.
His eyes widened.
"Damn Ryl, you look hot."
I smiled. "Thanks, but you mister, have outdone me."
Kyle was wearing a white shirt, which hugged him tightly, black ripped jeans, and a leather jacket. He Looked like a complete playboy, but I knew him better. He was the sweetest person you would ever meet.
"Let's go to the club, then. Logan has already reached," Kyle informed.
We got into my car and drove to the club.
I was about to walk in when he pulled me back.
"Rylee, do not get drunk this time. Last time we went clubbing, you got high as hell and literally pole danced in front of everyone," Kyle said.
"And that's bad because...?"
"Because the club was closed yet you decided to go bonkers and pole dance in front of the workers."
"Oh, come on. It wasn't so bad," I said.
He raised his eyebrow, mocking me. "You drunk-kissed a guy and had a one-night stand with him."
"Sooo? What's wrong in having a one-night stand?"
"Having a one night stand wasn't the problem. The problem was that you were alone and drunk! You should be happy I was present in the club for so long to take you back home."
I smiled sheepishly. "Fine! I won't get drunk, just a few shots."
We both walked into the club. The smell of liquor immediately hit my nose.
"Logan is near the bar," Kyle informed, and dragged me to the bar.
Surely enough, Logan was sitting on the chair near the bar drinking his whiskey.
When he saw us, he smiled and stood up.
"Hey babe," Kyle greeted and kissed his temple.
"Hey Rylee! Girl, you look hot!" Logan exclaimed after scanning my outfit.
I smiled at him.
"Can we get four shots, please?" I asked the bartender.
He was kinda cute.
"Rylee, only four shots and not more. I cannot handle a drunk you today," Kyle said with despair.
I groaned but nodded.
The bartender came with shots which I instantly gulped down.
My throat burned with the taste.
"Hey angel," I heard someone say.
I turned around and saw a man standing behind me.
He looked super drunk and was actually walking in a topsy-turvy way.
"Yes?" I asked coldly.
"Wanna go to my house?" He asked, winking at me.
"No," I replied promptly and turned around.
"Oh, come on," He urged.
"She said no," Kyle snarled, pulling me away from the man.
That guy didn't listen and tried to grab my arm.
Before he could do that, a fist connected with is jaw and the next thing I know, he was on the floor with a bloody nose.
Logan had punched him.
The security came over and dragged that man out.
"Thanks babe," I said with a smile.
"Anything for you, princess," Logan said sweetly and kissed my forehead.
"Hey, where's my kiss?" Kyle whined with a pout.
Logan chuckled and gave a quick peck on the cheek to tease him. Kyle glared at him. Logan smiled and kissed him on the lips.
I got bored of sitting for so long so I decided to go dance.
"Guys, I am going to the dancefloor," I declared and ran to the dancefloor.
It was so much fun- being carefree.
Logan and Kyle joined me too.
After an hour, we decided to go home. Logan dropped off Kyle and me to our house. We both dashed to our respected rooms and plopped onto the bed. I didn't bother changing.
Lucifer's POV-
2 years. 2 years since she left me... After finding out that I was the American Mafia leader, she just ran away. I would find her at any cost and bring her back to where so belongs, with me. Whether be it by force.
I was devastated when she left. I started drinking, and only stopped because I needed to handle the mafia business. I tried getting her out of my mind but nothing would work.
She was mine, she is mine, and she will always be mine...forever. And nothing will change that.
I would be damned if she thought I stopped finding her.
We met each other in college. It was her first day. We bumped into each other. I then found out that Ryl and I had few classes together. Because of that, we hung out daily, going out for movies, picnics and all.
I don't know when this friendship turned into something more...Love.
Then one day, I finally decided to confess my feelings for her. I asked her to be my girlfriend and she immediately agreed. It was one of the best days of my life. We confessed our love for each other five months later, on her birthday. I owned a private yacht so I decided to take her for a ride on her birthday. People were jealous of our perfect relationship.
We would fight, of course, like every other couple, but in the end, we always made up.
I got possessive over Rylee every time a guy would flirt with her, but I trusted her. She was mine and I was hers.
But then, she overheard me speaking to my men. She looked shocked and demanded an answer. I had to tell her the truth one day, so I did. And she left...
There was a knock on the door, which snapped me out of my reverie.
"Come in."
Rick, one of my best hackers, came in.
"Don, I found Donna's location," He declared.
My eyes immediately snapped up. Did I hear him right?
"Where is she now?" I asked coldly.
"Sydney."
I took a deep breath motioned him to leave the office.
Rylee....
I smirked and leaned on my chair, swirling my glass of whiskey.
"I have found you, my dear Rylee, and now, I will never let you go."
