"Fuck you Alexandria" he gritted out
"That's the idea mi amore" she laughed
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Alexandria is the heir to the Spanish Mafia. She is truly ruthless, coldhearted, and doesn't give a shit about what people think about her. After her brother, Diego runs...
I woke up two hours ago and just now decided to go eat something. It's six a.m. and I'm fucking tired. Thankfully I didn't get too drunk yesterday so my head didn't hurt as bad as I thought. We leave for Italy in four hours so I need to figure out everything before we have to go. I get down by elevator and walk into the living room.
"Good morning love" Lucifer sat on the couch with his laptop open and files spread everywhere. That doesn't seem comfortable, my couch is big as hell and does fit everything he has on it but it's not good for his health.
"Shut up" the kitchen was a spacious room and by far my favorite. I designed this house myself hence the bar in the back and the huge wine cellar. "You can use my office if you want I don't need it right now"
He chuckles and walks into the kitchen. His hair was messy and the first few buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. his tattoos were still visible and I spot a familiar one. The word devil on his collar bone.
"Take a picture it'll last longer" his signature smirk appeared on his face. I turn back around and take out eggs, chives, butter, and cheese.
"Not if I burn it," I remark. I feel two hands wrap around my waist. God, I missed his touch, I couldn't help but relax a little bit. His chest touched my back and his head rested on mine.
"Luc," Damn it my voice broke. Why the truck am I so damn weak with this man?
"Hmm," He closed his eyes and I closed mine.
"We can't" I remind him.
But why?
Because it doesn't change the fact that he did nothing to prevent it
He sighs, unwraps his arms, leans on the counter, and checks the time.
"When are we leaving?" Back to the cold-hearted lucifer, I know. I couldn't blame him, he knew that we couldn't be together. He knew that it hurt me so much that I couldn't possibly forgive him but the truth is, I already did.
I forgave him the day I got that tattoo. I forgave him because I finally realized that he couldn't help me or believe me because he was manipulated. All of them were. The only thing that is left from that was a scar and her. That little girl that I held in my arms before they took her away.
"In four hours"
"You look hot" Lucifers voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I chuckle but then focus on the eggs that are on the pan.
"I know, I always do" He laughs and walks to my side, and starts chopping the chives. What a fucking gentleman.
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"That's why I fell for you the first time" Whatdidhesayyy? Liar. The spatula drops on the counter, I fold my arms on my chest and raise my eyebrow.
