His blonde hair was combed up into a neat quiff, he wore black sunglasses, a dark red v-neck, black skinny jeans, and brand new Nikes. He got into his car, and drove to the other side of town, the bad side. He drove to a run down building, where two men stepped out from their vehicles. Luke parked his car and stepped out, he began making his way into the building, the two men following closely behind him. Inside they were met by two other men with several suitcases, they handed one of them to Luke. "Mr. Hemmings, your orders have been completed, but one of your workers has been stealing from you for a while." One of the men said, as he turned around to another man sitting on the floor, handcuffed to a metal rail.
Luke shook his head as he walked over to the man on the floor. He pulled a handgun from his waistband and kneeled down beside the man. The man tugged with all his might on the handcuffs, but to no avail. Luke looked at the gun, then back at the man, who, by this point was begging for his life. "You know if I was still young and naive, I might have actually let you slide by with this. But you stole from me, not only me, but my family. You stole my money, my drugs, my customers, and that, is just unacceptable." He chuckled "now I'm going to steal something from you." He pointed the gun at his throat, and pulled the trigger, "try to breathe with no windpipe." He smirked as he walked out of the building, "now, it's about time for my date." He said to himself as he got into his car and began the long drive back to Blaire's house, which was on the other side of town. He combed through his hair and fixed his clothes when he got to her house. He got out of his car and walked to the door, he knocked, no answer, he knocked again, no answer. All of a sudden, a crashing noise hit his ears, followed by terrified screams and fast footsteps, he yelled through the door "Blaire?! Are you okay?!"
Blaire had been waiting for his arrival, and when she heard a knock on her door, she opened it, thinking it was him, but no, it was a tall and stocky man. He barged into her house waving a gun around, demanding the whereabouts of Luke. "I don't know!" She screamed, tears running down her cheeks.
Luke kicked the door in with a few hard hits, he ran toward the man and before the man could turn around Blake had his arms a around the man's neck. The man tried to speak, but Blake's arms only tightened more around his neck. As soon as the man passed out, Luke tied him up, then ran over to Blaire, "are you okay? Did he hurt you, I'm so sorry. I'll call the police so they can arrest this crazy bastard," he told her,
"L-Luke... Why did he want to know where you were?" Blaire asked, trying to figure out what she had gotten herself into.
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London Lucifer || lh
FanfictionMaybe it was the way he looked, like an angel dressed as a human being, or the fact that he would be interested in a nobody like her, or could there be something else drawing her in? Something that she herself didn't know but she felt as if she were...
