❝ ISN'T IT TRAGIC? ❞
In which Gemma Moretti, a hard-working bounty hunter, clashes with Los Angeles' most hot-blooded defense attorney.
[LUCIFER PRE-SEASON 1]
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SWELTERING HEAT HAD COME OVER L.A, but even without the sunshine, Gemma was flushed when she got out of bed the next morning. She was more the type to always forget her dreams, apart from nightmares that had haunted her after finding Peter Montague's dead wife, but this time, she remembered every passed second painfully well. It had started out in such an ordinary manner, but the next thing she knew, she was in Charlotte's office, seated on her fancy desk while the lawyer herself stood between Gemma's legs, her painted nails grazing the skin of her jaw as she tightly held her close and kissed the air out of her lungs. It had been so passionate and overwhelming and Gemma had no idea where it had come from, but it didn't feel so easy to just move past it, either. It stuck in her mind, rendering her silent as her and Talia had breakfast together, a puzzled look in her eyes as she absentmindedly munched on her Coco Pops.
Much to her relief, Talia didn't ask questions about the glazed look in her eyes, and even if the imaginary memory of Charlotte's deep red lips against hers refused to leave her head, she eventually got ready for the day ahead. Just as she was buckling the belt on her ripped jeans, her phone rang, and she wasted no time in grabbing the device and lifting it up to her ear.
"This is Gemma Moretti", she began, nervously pacing back and forth in her bedroom while waiting for a response.
"Yeah, this is Eddie from Eddie's Auto. You asked me to give you call about your guy. I'm expecting him within the next hour", the mechanic she had met yesterday spoke into the phone, and trying to contain her delight, Gemma shook a victorious fist in the air. She really didn't feel like spending any more of her time looking for Jett. Sometimes, cases took more than a few days to wrap up, as some bounties were a little harder to track down, and usually she didn't mind that. She could be patient, but when it came to her ex-boyfriend, she was eager to wash her hands out of the situation as swiftly as possible.
"Thanks for the heads-up. I'll be there", Gemma told the mechanic before hanging up the call and shoving the phone into the pocket of her washed-out jeans. She grabbed her keys from the nightstand and gave a sad wave to her leather jacket hanging on the doorhandle of her closet, officially deeming the weather too hot to wear her trusted garment.
So, donning only a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, Gemma hopped into her car and steered herself right towards Van Nuys. An unexpected spark of anxiety was swirling in her gut, and despite wanting to tell herself that she wasn't bothered by the idea of seeing Jett again, she was undeniably on edge about it. She had no clue how the man would react at the sight of her, and frankly, she didn't know how she would react, either. She harbored no more romantic feelings for him, but she couldn't deny the history they had together and how she had invested months in their budding relationship. She had been head over heels for the man and he had broken her heart – a first time anyone had done that in a romantic capacity. Thanks to her mother, she had learned to expect the worst from people, but Jett had pulled the rug from under her feet after she had dived head-first into loving him. No man or woman had ever disappointed her the way he had, no man or woman had ever completely hidden their true selves from Gemma the way he had.
