Dangerously Quiet

15.

With Lucifer's protective arm across her waist and worried friends waiting for her without her knowledge, Amara regained consciousness five hours later and darkness is what met her. Confused as to why she was in the dark and why was she in a bed she knew wasn't hers, she tried to recollect what happened. Lucifer moved, pulling her closer to his body. Not knowing it was her boyfriend, she shrieked in fright, throwing the arm that held her loosely, away from her body, and clambered off the bed, not knowing where she was going. Stumbling in the dark she finally found the door that led out into a hall while in the background, the light was switched on with Lucifer calling out to her. Amara's fear of being in a stranger's house encompassed her state of sanity, not allowing Lucifer's frantic calls to her break through. The hall was lighted but that didn't help her much. She was slightly disoriented and the pounding headache made her squint in pain. Using the wall as a lead, she stumbled along fairly fine until she was stopped by five men rushing up the halls in full tactical gear, guns held firmly in their hands as they called out to someone. Their faces were covered in neon-lighted Vendetta masks that scared her even more. Nothing was registering to Amara, the noise and lights were too much. Back against the wall, she slid to the floor and covered her head trying her best to make some sense to what was happening. Begging them not to hurt her, she rocked herself back and forth trying to calm herself in this tense situation.

"Ami? Can you hear me, my love?"

Lucifer had to repeat himself three times before his voice registered to her. Gingerly, she raised her head from her arms and was met with familiar dark eyes, eyes filled with so much warmth and adoration which she missed so much. "Lucifer!"

Not caring for the audience, she threw herself into his arms, loving the way he held her so tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and kissing her with so much desperation. "I missed you," she said softly with her voice breaking. That's when everything came back to her, tears of fear and hurt came rushing down her heated cheeks. Lucifer's heart ached, making it hard for him to breathe. He hated himself because it was his fault she was in this position. He hurt her by not placing her in his everyday life, putting her at risk for all the dangers out there. Rising to his feet, he held her close before lifting her onto his waist. His body shuddered in response when she wrapped her curvy thighs around his waist and her covered womanhood brushing against his stomach. She wasn't aware of her state of undress and he was thankful. Eyeing his men, he motioned for them to leave but signaled for one to bring their late dinners to the private sitting room on this floor. 

"It's alright. I'm here now, my heart. I'm so sorry," he said softly in her ear as they made their way further down the hall to the sitting room. The room was at the end of the hall, closed off by two large oak doors. It was originally the playroom for them all until Rejeanne turned eight and outgrew tea parties and make-believe fashion shows. Their father redesigned it himself. The room reflected the unique taste of all four of his children. Entering the room, Lucifer moved to the area he always frequented. The oversized sectional which had his laptop and scattered files, along with his gun holster and knives was his little haven. Placing his woman on the very comfy seat, he knelt before her and placed a soft kiss on her lips, muting the last sob from her lips. "There's a lot I should have told you and for that, I'm truly sorry. I thought I was protecting you and also giving myself time to put into words of who I really am. I don't want to lose you, Amara. You've become my entire world since the day I first met you. Promise me you will listen with an open mind on what I have to tell you," he said softly. Placing her forehead against his, she took a deep breath and gave him a whispered yes. 

A knocking sounded on the door, alerting him of their dinner. Pulling the coffee table closer to her, he rushed to the closed door and retrieved the tray that held their dinner.