Dealings With The Devil

Chapter Four: Good Looks & Fine Wine

Two Days Later

I scowled at the Chief. "You've got to be kidding me." He shook his head. "We need an insider on this case, and Lucas can provide that." I narrowed my eyes. "I don't have a choice, do I?" He shook his head. "Nope."

I grimaced.

"Fine. I'll work with the killer. But if I end up dead, I'm coming back and making your life hell." I got up, walking to the glass doors. "You won't die. Just take the help." I have a aggravated sigh, then walked out. Of course. He just had to place me with this idiot.

I walked into the Jailing District. We had names for the different parts of the building. The Jailing District was identical rooms that was blank, white walls, white toilet, and a white bed. That was it. I swiped my card, walking into the room. I walked down the hall of rooms, until I came to the last one.

Unlocking the door, a sizzle sound came. I walked in, Lucas sitting in a white shirt and pants. He was bare footed, his stubble shaven even shorted. His eyes flicked to mine, his lips curving at the ends. "Malaika." I shook my head. "Officer Merrill." Lucas only smiled more. "Ashlyn." My eyes narrowed. "How'd you-"

"I know a lot of things, Malaika."

My lips jutted into a frown. "Right."

This dude was annoying. I don't even know if what I saw last time I was with him was even real. A chill ran up my spine as the memory of pure black eyes staring at me came into my head. Then the demons, the Devil. I shut my eyes, inhaling carefully. "Malaika?" My eyelids fluttered open, Lucas staring right at me. His eyes had seemingly changed color again.

Now, they were a dark brown with a golden ring in the middle.

It was more a creamy topaz, and for a moment, I forget everything this man was, did, does. Blinking, I averted mine from his. I wasn't sure what exactly he is, but I know it has to be anything but sexy. "Malaika..." He purred like a cat, his voice velvet and alluring. "Malaika..." I inhaled sharply, my eyes flicking to his.

Coal black.

I gulped a scream, his eyes now back to the topaz rings. "Are you ok?" He asked, fake concern in his tone. I picked up on it right away. "I'm fine." Walking over to his bed, grabbing his wrist. Swiping my card, the bracelet on it made a popping sound, and the light turned from red to green.

"Ooo what does that mean?" His sarcasm was hilarious. "It means that you have to listen to me now." Swiping it again, the light turned yellow. "This means that if you try to run, I get to place a bullet in that pretty head of yours."

His face twisted into a crooked smile. "So my head is pretty? Good to know." I rolled my eyes. Placing my hands under his arm, I forced him up. He easily towered over me, his tall stature casting an almost shadow on me. He was about 6'0, if not 6'5. I was about 5'4. His eyes shone down on me, his mouth curled at the ends.

"You look cute from down there." I smirked. "Remember how I kicked you ass two days ago?" Lucas' smile faltered. "I'll gladly do that again." My feet started to move, leaving him behind. "Malaika, I don't mean to tell you how to do your job..." I stopped, already annoyed. "But I think you have to stay with your partner."

I glanced back at him. "Then come on." Lucas walked to me. "I need my clothes." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to your house." He nudged me. I looked at where he elbowed me, then up at him. "Don't touch me, psycho." He grinned again. It was almost like his features changed completely when he smiled. "Sorry, Officer."

I rolled my eyes, walking out. He fell in step with me, his long stride somehow staying at my slow, short steps. I glanced up at him, his topaz rings glistening down on me. He winked like the Devil, his mouth curled at the end.