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5 Years Later (Ending To LAL)

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**** This is the ending of Lusting After Lucifer and takes place approximately 5 years after the prologue. Feel free to skip if you have already read it. ****

Lexie - 5 Years Later

"Let me hold her. You've had your turn." My older sister Lilly impatiently grabbed for our niece, gently pulling her from my arms with a smile. "Look at those red curls. She's going to be stunning, just like her mom."

She was right. Her large emerald, green eyes that she had inherited from our side of the family, along with her beautiful red curls were definitely going to make her into a beautiful young woman one day.

My sisters twin, my older brother Lucian, walked up with a smug and proud smirk on his face. "Isn't she something? My little Delilah." He sighed contently as he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head. He was definitely a proud father. It was amazing to see that side of him, especially considering the brother that I had known growing up. I never expected him to be a family man.

I hurried away when I heard the doorbell ring, rushing towards the front door. Our parents were having a large family dinner tonight to celebrate the birth of Delilah as well as the completion of my cousin Ethan's first year of Harvard.

Throwing the door open, a smile plastered on my face, I took in the sight of the four men in front of me. My heart instantly slammed inside of my chest as my smile faltered.

Why mom? Why did you invite them?

"My beautiful Lexie. How is my favorite niece?" My great uncle Luca stepped through the doorframe, pulling me into a tight hug.

My cheeks heated as I pulled back from his grasp. "H... Hi Luca. So nice of you to come."

Idiot.

Oh god.

Stop talking.

I sounded like a seventy-year-old woman the way I had greeted him.

"Always so polite, this one." His hand ruffled my hair and he patted my head as if I were a dog.

Ducking my head, I pulled away, moving from his reach as the three other men entered. Victor was the first to follow, Luca's son. He was the same age as my parents and always wore a scowl on his face. The first time I met him in our parents house, I had remembered his voice from that night so long ago. He had been there.

His son Darius breezed past us, a grin on his face as he said hi and went off in search of my brother.

I fought back my instincts to slam the door in the last man's face. I inwardly groaned as Marco entered through the doorway, his large muscular frame turning slightly as he passed through.

"Sfinge." He said the word low, only my ears picking up on the greeting as he entered, his forearm brushing against the bare skin of my knuckles where they were squeezing the side of the door tightly. The contact sent tingles shooting into my forearm.

I knew I was blushing profusely as I snatched my hand back as if the contact had burnt my skin and slammed the door shut a little too hard. The thud echoed through the entryway as the door rattled on its hinges.