The Bad Boy.. Loves Me? [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

chapter 12: "maybe i like being bad"

note: im trying to make my chapters a bit longer :))

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Satan pulls up to an empty parking lot.

"i know" he chuckels seeing my expresion "it doesnt look like much"

i survey the gray concrete dubiosly "i don't know, seems like a great date spot to me

he pulls me into his chest and rufles my hair, which has alredy been ruined by the helmet "this way kitten"

he leeds me a across the parking lot to a big brick bilding. as we round aroun the corner i let out a gasp.

In front of us stands a gleming red steam train. people mil on the platform, waiting to get onto the train. but satan takes us past them to the first carnage.

"why isnt anyone esle geting on here" i ask him curoosly.

satan smirks. "that is because" he waves to the cariage "this whole carrage is for us"

i don't want him to see how im pressed i am, but i can't help butt gape "how?!

he shrug "pulled a few string"

He climbs up the steep stairs. then he holds out his hand, bekkoning for me to take it. i hesitate and he rolls his eyes like toilet role. "waht" he said "am i really that reepulsive?"

i roll my eyes too like and take it. His hand is big and strong, it feels strange to hold it so i imediately let go once im up.

"don't be so excited to let go" he says with a crocked grin

he lets me go into the carnage first. The inside of the cariage is dimly lit with warm lights. A table is laid out with bowls and plates of food. on some of the chairs are cushons and blankets

I blink in surpirsie.

"What? Says satan notiicng my expresion

"Oh" i say "It's just not what id expect from you"

he leans onto a chair casually. his shirt rides up like big horse and i have to look away from the saliver of skin that has becom expose"And what would you expect from me, kitten?"

I shrug akwardly "i dont know. a crime scene?"

He laughs "sory to dissapoin

"hm well" i say with a smile "this will do i gess"

we both sit down at the table. he nods to the food. "my mom's famous dip" he says.

i squint at him "you mean youre mom's alive after you set her on-"

but i'm intererupted by a jolt as the train begins. satan lets out a wHoop and i smile. here, in this train, despited his dominant frame and intimimidating look, in this moment i see youth and hapiness in his hot face. i smile a little sadly. what made you force such a scary bravado, satan, i think to muself. what happened to make you go down a violent and dengerous root?

"settle in kitten" he says with a smirk "because we're going to bee on this train for eight hours"

i stare at him "eight hours?"

he stretches back in his seat, devilish smile on his face. some of his ab show again and my cheeks heet like a warm fire. "what" he says challengingly "don't think you can handel keepin g youre hands off me that long?

a bolt of boldness rushes through me lik a bolt of litning "you say that like it's a bad thing"

he grins, green orbs gleaming mischefously "maybe i like being bad"