Saved By The Devil - BOOK 1 ✔ (Edited)

Chapter 6 (Edited)

It was now morning. Some of the guys were either sleeping, on a mission, or just out doing their own thing. After what happened yesterday, I finally sobered up and stopped crying so much.

Today's agenda was getting Lucifer some clothes and other things he may need since he'd be staying with us for who knows how long.

I grabbed some of James' clothes that might fit him since I was going to take him out to go shopping. I walked down the hall and stopped at Lucifer's door before knocking. I knocked a couple more times and still no answer so I let myself in.

Walking into his room, I saw Lucifer was halfway covered in the blanket. He was shirtless so you could see all his tattoos, well the ones on his back since he was laying on his stomach with his hand under the pillow. I set the clothes down on the dresser and walked to the opposite side of the bed where no one was laying.

"What are you doing Sky?" he mumbled without turning or opening his eyes.

"How do you know it's me?"

"I could smell you a mile away," he stated.

"Oh," was all I managed to say. After a moment, I broke the silence. "Get up. We're going to the mall to get you some clothes and stuff. Hurry up and be down in 20 minutes," I stated.

He hummed as a response and I rolled my eyes. "You either get up now or I treat you like the rest of the guys," I smirked.

He ignored me so I did what I always do to the guys. I pushed him off the bed. I heard a loud thump along with a groan. I burst out laughing hard and felt my stomach hurt.

He stood up and looked at me. My laugh died within a second as I saw his eyes were pitch black.

Well fuck! I ran to the door as fast as I could and opened it only to have a hand slammed it shut. I didn't want to turn around. I don't even know what he's capable of. That was honestly stupid of me to do.

"Look at me," his deep voice growled, which sent chills down my spine.

I took a deep breath and turned around. He had one arm against the door while the other was at his side. I looked at his chest and noticed he had much more tattoos. I slowly looked up at him and his eyes were no longer black. He raised his hand and I flinched for a second.

He seemed to notice and backed up. "I'm not going to hurt you," he softly spoke.

I raised an eyebrow. "So what do you call that black eye voodoo thing?"

He releases a sigh and rubs the back of his head while managing to flex. "It's not something I have full control over," he mumbles while trailing off. It was clear he didn't want to talk about it so I didn't push the topic.

I turned to open the door and walked out until his question stopped me. "How come you don't get lost in all of this?" he said gesturing to his body while flexing. "Most girls do."

"Number one, I am not like every other girl you've run into. We're all different and I have self-control. Can't say the same about men. Number two, I live in a house with 22 guys who are my brothers. If I'm being honest, I'm used to it and it doesn't get to me," I informed him before walking out.

I did get lost in his physique for a few seconds but it's not like it's something I haven't seen before. Don't get me wrong, I love my brothers but it is kind of nice seeing a face beside one of them even though it is the Devil himself.

Speaking of the Devil, I have so many questions but it's clear just from the interaction just now that I wasn't going to get much of an answer to anything.

A couple of hours later, we went to Model's, Macy's, Calvin Klein, Target, and some other stores. We got Lucifer some suits, dress shoes, sneakers, watches, cologne, sports clothes, joggers, shirts, jeans, and basically anything else you could think of. It had now been 4 hours of shopping with Lucifer and I think I'm going to drop dead.