Breaking the Rules [BoyxBoy]

08 | ѕкуѕcrαρєr

warning: explicit content ahead

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am

Chapter 08 ~ Skyscraper

Owen Bailey

I'd been living in the ghettos all my life—well, the majority of it, anyway.

I was born out of wedlock since it was pretty uncommon for couples to get married where I lived. They only decided to exchange rings and vows when I came along because, somehow, that meant I was some sort of proof of an unbreakable connection between them.

Before my mom left us, we lived in the slums of Virginia in an outdated, dingy apartment that was barely finished, but I never complained. It was my life. It was all I ever knew.

Lucifer's penthouse, in comparison, was vastly different. It looked like one of those rich people places in New York—not really something that you'd find in the ghettos—but I guess that was how he asserted his authority over his followers. Everyone knew that he had the money and the means to make a person fade from existence, so no one ever tried to defy him. Once you were in Lucifer's inner circle, you stayed there for as long as you lived or as long as he wanted you there.

How I stumbled upon the drug lord still sticks out clearly in my mind. I had been relentlessly roaming the streets and dark alleys in search of drugs that I could easily get my hands on when I ran into him. He offered me a job, one that would make me a lot of money and one that would allow me easy access to any drug that I wanted. I had just finished high school and I had no idea what to do with the rest of my life, so this seemed like a great deal.

But I couldn't have been more wrong.

Retrieving my keys from my front pocket, I jammed one of the keys into the lock and gently pushed the door open. With a heavy sigh and a slight roll of my neck, I climbed the stairs case all the way up to the fourth floor until I reached the main door. I gave myself a minute pause to muster the strength needed to inform Lucifer on the night's events. He had ordered me to retrieve 22 grams of cocaine, but I only managed to obtain 14 grams. I searched far and wide and I had talked to a handful of drug dealers, but I still came up short.

The penthouse was fairly quiet, as it always was. No one else stayed in the penthouse aside from Raven and me because Lucifer took it upon himself to take us under his wing due to our age and lack of experience. At first, that seemed like the dream, but I was quickly starting to realize how unfortunate that really was.

When I notified him of my presence, Lucifer waltzed into the open living room, wearing a sky blue tuxedo. His sandy blonde hair was combed back and tucked behind his ears. He stopped just a few feet away from me, his fingers interlaced. "Good evening, Owen."

I gave him a weak smile as I tugged out a small package from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. Stepping back almost immediately, I locked my hands behind my back as I patiently awaited his response.

He weighed the package with his hand. I really had no idea how he was able to tell the weight by doing so, but Lucifer tended to have God-like abilities with the exception of being immortal. "What is this?" he spat in a harsh tone as he brought his hard, blue eyes to me.

"It's 14 grams of cocaine, sir—"

"Did I ask for 14 grams of cocaine?" he countered, an eyebrow raised.

"No, sir, but—"

Lucifer sighed. "Listen, kid, I like you. You're like a son to me. You remind me of myself when I was your age, but just because I see potential in you, it doesn't mean that I'm going to give you any special treatment," he began. "I asked for 22 grams and you bring me 14. Do you understand why this is a problem?"