Morning came too soon, but I was ready for the day-or rather, ready to play. Today, I had decided to accompany Lucifer on their so-called "mission." Not because I particularly cared about mortal squabbles, but because I was bored, and injured bad guys sounded entertaining enough. Besides, I wasn't in any rush to reclaim my blaze heart. For Now.
I stood before the full-length mirror in my room, adjusting my outfit with a smirk. Black leather pants that fit like a second skin, paired with a dark, strapless corset top adorned with subtle metallic accents. Over it, I threw on a cropped leather jacket that hung off my shoulders, leaving my collarbones little exposed. My high-heeled boots clicked against the floor as I walked, each step exuding confidence. I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, letting a few rebellious strands frame my face. My makeup was bold, with smudged eyeliner and dark lipstick that screamed both danger and allure. That's how mafia girls dress up right !
Perfect. If I was going to join this mission, I might as well make an entrance.
A knock on the door interrupted my final inspection.
"Come in," I called out, not bothering to turn.
I heard the door creak open, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Turning around, I found Lucifer leaning casually against the doorframe-or trying to look casual. His jaw, however, betrayed him as it tightened, and his eyes slowly traveled up and down, lingering a bit too long on my figure.
I crossed my arms, raising a brow. "If you stare any harder, I'll start charging rent."
His lips twitched, caught between a smirk and a groan. "You're going dressed like that?"
I took a step forward, my boots echoing in the quiet room. "Why? Is there a dress code I missed? Or are you afraid your men might forget who's boss and start bowing to me instead?"
His eyes darkened, the sharp edge of possessiveness flashing across his face. "You know they wouldn't dare."
"Exactly," I replied, brushing past him and deliberately letting my shoulder graze his arm. "So, what's the problem?"
His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist as I tried to walk past. "The problem," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "is that you're not coming."
I turned to face him fully, pulling my wrist free with a smirk. "Oh, Lucifer. When have you ever been able to stop me from doing what I want?"
His eyes narrowed. "This isn't up for discussion."
"Good," I said, stepping closer until I was nearly pressed against him. "Because I wasn't planning on discussing it. I'm going."
I could see the war in his eyes-pride battling frustration as he tried to keep his composure. It was almost endearing how hard he was trying to resist me. Almost.
"You'll be a distraction," he said, his voice rough.
"Only because you'll let me," I countered, tilting my head slightly, my lips curling into a smile that was equal parts teasing and dangerous.
He clenched his jaw, clearly at the end of his patience. "No."
I leaned in just enough to make him uncomfortable, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Lucifer, sweetheart , I've already decided. You might as well save your breath."
His eyes flicked to my lips for the briefest moment before he growled, "You're impossible."
"And you like it," I said, stepping back with a satisfied smirk.
For a moment, he said nothing, just ran a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath. Then, as if resigned to his fate, he waved a hand. "Fine. But you're staying close to me the entire time."
"Of course," I said sweetly, though the glint in my eye promised anything but compliance.
As I walked past him, I heard him grumble, "One of these days, you're going to be the death of me."
I turned back, winking. "Oh, Lucifer. That's my specialty."
The garage was a shrine to indulgence, filled with sleek, powerful machines that hummed with untapped energy. Lucifer's prized racing cars stood lined up like soldiers awaiting their orders. I took my time, inspecting each one, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I circled my options.
I stopped at a matte black beauty with crimson accents, its design sleek and deadly, much like myself. It radiated raw power and speed, and I couldn't resist the temptation. My fingers trailed over the smooth surface as I claimed it.
"You could ride with me," Lucifer said from behind me, his tone casual but laced with an edge of possessiveness.
I turned my head slightly, pinning him with a glare that spoke volumes. His lips twitched as he raised his hands in surrender. "Fine. Take the car."
As I slid into the driver's seat, I caught him muttering under his breath, "Hot as hell in that outfit, glaring at me like she owns the world... Driving my car? Before the enemies even try, she's going to kill me."
A smirk tugged at my lips. I didn't need to respond; his words were all the victory I needed.
The engine roared to life, its deep growl vibrating through me. I gripped the wheel, feeling the car's power at my fingertips. Lucifer got into another car, his men filling the rest of the vehicles as we prepared to head to the port.
The drive was far from ordinary. AirPods in, we kept in constant communication, and naturally, Lucifer couldn't resist running his mouth.
"You're keeping up surprisingly well," he said, his voice smug through the connection.
"Keeping up?" I shot back, weaving effortlessly through the sparse traffic. "Darling, I'm leading."
"I let you take the lead," he replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "It's more entertaining watching you try to impress me."
I rolled my eyes. "Impress you? Please. I'm driving circles around you."
"Is that so?" His tone dropped, challenging.
I didn't respond-words wouldn't suffice. Instead, I slammed my foot on the gas, the car surging forward as I left him eating dust.
"Damn it, woman!" he growled through the connection.
"Language, Lucifer," I teased, effortlessly navigating a sharp turn that left his car struggling to keep pace.
His men, clearly enjoying the exchange, chuckled over the line.
"Don't encourage her," Lucifer barked, though his frustration only made my grin widen.
The teasing banter continued until we reached the outskirts of the port. The air grew tense as the reality of the mission settled in. The port was one of Lucifer's most critical assets, and some fool had decided to make it a target.
"It's quiet," I said, pulling to a stop and stepping out of the car. My boots clicked against the concrete as I surveyed the area.
"That's the point," Lucifer said, joining me. "They think we're unprepared. Let's show them otherwise."
I watched as his men began setting up, their movements calculated and precise. My drone idea from the last mission had earned me their respect, and now they followed my suggestions without hesitation.
As we waited, I leaned against the car, glancing at Lucifer. "Cunning genius or smart idiot-you haven't decided which you are yet, have you?"
He smirked, stepping closer. "Genius, obviously."
"Hmm," I said, crossing my arms. "The jury's still out on that."
Night fell, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Suddenly, a low rumble broke the silence, followed by distant explosions. The attack had begun.
Lucifer's voice was calm and commanding as he directed his men, but my attention was on the approaching vehicles. A smirk spread across my face.
"Let the games begin," I said, slipping into the car and revving the engine.
"You're not-" Lucifer started, but I cut him off.
"Oh, but I am," I replied, taking off before he could stop me.
The chase was exhilarating, the enemy cars trying to outmaneuver me, but they were no match for my skill-or my car. I weaved through their ranks, forcing them into positions that left them vulnerable to Lucifer's men.
"Show-off," Lucifer muttered through the AirPods, though I could hear the admiration in his tone.
"Just doing my part," I replied, laughter bubbling in my chest as I executed a flawless drift that left one of the enemy cars spinning out of control.
By the time we reached the heart of the port, the enemy was subdued, their vehicles immobilized, and their most of the men captured. I stepped out of the car, brushing nonexistent dust off my jacket as Lucifer approached.
"Well?" I said, raising a brow.
He shook his head, a rare smile playing on his lips. "You're insane."
"And you love it," I replied, walking past him to join his men.
The chaos of battle unfolded before me, but I stood still, my back leaned against a shipping crate. Lucifer, of course, was in the thick of it, a whirlwind of fists, fury, and lethal precision. His movements were fluid, efficient, and almost hypnotic. The way his muscles flexed with each strike was... distracting. I would never admit it out loud, though.
From my position, no one dared approach me-not yet, at least. I wasn't a part of their plan; I was the wild card, and they feared the unknown. Smart, for once. They didn't know that though...
Then it happened. One of their lackeys, clearly lacking both brains and common sense, kicked over a stack of fuel drums. A sharp hiss filled the air as the liquid spilled across the concrete, and then-
Whoosh!
Flames erupted, licking hungrily at the air and encircling the area. The fire wasn't subtle-it grew fast, forming a towering inferno that separated me from Lucifer and his men. I was trapped, or so the fools thought.
The idiots who'd started the fire stood smug, thinking they had the upper hand. I chuckled darkly, my voice low and dripping with amusement. The sound echoed eerily amidst the crackling flames.
The fire didn't faze me. If anything, it felt like home.
I looked around, assessing the situation. The flames danced higher, thick smoke curling into the night sky. The men surrounding me began to sweat, their expressions shifting from confidence to unease.
"Perfect," I murmured to myself.
The circle of fire was exactly what I needed. Lucifer and his men couldn't see through the blazing wall, and I had no intention of letting them interfere. This was my moment.
I straightened, stepping forward slowly, deliberately. My boots echoed against the concrete, cutting through the roar of the flames. The enemies froze, their weapons shaking in their hands as they turned to face me.
My smirk widened. "What's the matter? Didn't think this through?"
I let my power unfurl. My eyes began to glow, the vivid blood-red light cutting through the smoky haze. The flames around me roared in response, rising higher as if feeding off my energy. The heat intensified, and I could see the panic settling in their eyes.
"You think fire will scare me?" I asked, my voice cold and taunting. "You clearly don't know who you're dealing with."
I didn't lift a finger. I didn't need to. The flames moved at my will, circling tighter around the group of men. The air grew hotter, suffocating, and their fear turned into desperation.
One of them lunged forward, swinging a crowbar. I tilted my head, unimpressed. With a mere glance, I directed the flames to block his path. The heat forced him back, and he stumbled, dropping his weapon.
Another tried to shoot, but the heat warped his aim. The bullet ricocheted off the metal crate beside me. I raised a brow. "Careful now. You might hurt yourself."
The smoke thickened, and I used it to my advantage. The men coughed, their movements growing sluggish as the heat drained their strength. I stepped closer, the flames parting for me as if I were their queen. That I was though !
One by one, they dropped their weapons, realizing the futility of their situation. But I wasn't done yet .
"Is that all?" I taunted, my voice carrying over the roar of the flames. "You came here to fight, didn't you? Or was your plan just to play with matches?"
I raised the flames higher, letting them lick at their boots, their clothes. Close enough to terrify, but not enough to harm. Their screams were music to my ears, a symphony of fear and regret.
The leader, the one who had kicked the fuel drum, finally fell to his knees. "Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "We didn't know-"
I cut him off with a sharp laugh. "Didn't know what? That you're no match for me?"
I stepped closer, crouching in front of him. My glowing eyes bore into his, and he flinched, unable to meet my gaze. "Tell me," I said, my voice dripping with mock curiosity. "Whose bright idea was it to attack this port?"
He hesitated, and I let the flames creep closer. His resolve shattered. "It was-it was Dorian! He ordered us to do it!"
"Dorian," I repeated, the name rolling off my tongue. "How predictable."
Satisfied, I stood, turning my back on him. The flames began to die down, obeying my silent command. The circle of fire thinned, revealing Lucifer and his men on the other side, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion and worry.
Lucifer's gaze locked onto mine, his jaw tight. "What the hell did you do? "
I smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Just... warmed things up a bit."
His men exchanged glances, clearly confused , but Lucifer's eyes burned with something else-worry , admiration, and a touch of frustration. He was worried?!
"Next time," he said, stepping closer, "warn me before you decide to play with danger ."
I shrugged, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Where's the fun in that?"
The captured men were huddled together, their expressions a cocktail of fear and desperation. None of them had dared to say a word since they'd been restrained. I leaned casually against Lucifer's sleek black car, arms crossed, biting back a chuckle. Had I gone overboard? Maybe. But watching grown men cower like children had its own kind of amusement.
"They're not talking," one of Lucifer's men said, frustration lacing his voice.
I smirked, brushing imaginary dust off my jacket. "They're probably just... overwhelmed. The fire must've scared them."
Of course, I knew better. But I wasn't about to admit to using my powers- That secret was mine to keep.
Lucifer stood a few feet away, his sharp gaze fixed on the trembling captives. He looked deep in thought, his brow furrowed as if piecing together a puzzle. The flames from earlier still danced faintly in the distance, their orange glow casting shadows across his face.
I pushed off the car and sauntered over to him. "What's got you so lost in thought?" I asked, tilting my head.
He didn't answer immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly. "How did the fire escalate so quickly?"
I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral. "Beats me. Fire has a mind of its own sometimes."
He glanced at me, his piercing gaze searching for something. "Does it now?"
I held his gaze without flinching, offering a faint, amused smile. "That's what I hear."
Before he could press further, I decided to redirect the conversation. "Anyway, I got a name out of them."
His eyes sharpened. "Who?"
"Dorian," I said simply.
A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Figured as much," he muttered. "He's not a major threat, but I'll give him credit-he's got guts. Attacking one of my places..." He trailed off, his tone cold and calculating.
"Guts or stupidity," I offered.
He smirked faintly. "Both."
I crossed my arms, watching him as he turned his attention back to the captives. He looked ready to issue orders, but then his gaze flickered back to me, scanning me from head to toe.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He stepped closer, his brows knitting together with concern. "Are you hurt?"
"No," I replied, confused. "Why?"
He ignored my answer, reaching out as if to touch my face. Reflexively, I smacked his hand away, earning an amused look from him.
"What are you doing?" I asked, taking a step back.
"Stay still," he said firmly, closing the distance again.
Before I could protest, his hands found my arms, holding me steady as his eyes scanned me for any sign of injury. His face was much closer now, his sharp features softened by the faint glow of the nearby fires.
"You're fine," he murmured, almost to himself.
"Told you I wasn't hurt," I said, smirking.
His focus was still entirely on me, his eyes studying my face as if double-checking for anything he might've missed. The intensity of his gaze made my heart skip a beat, though I'd never admit it.
"Well, excuse me for being thorough," he shot back, his tone laced with mock irritation.
I decided to tease him, just to break the tension. "What's this? The great Lucifer Salvatore Di carlo, worried about a little old me?"
His lips twitched into a smirk. "Worried? Hardly. Just making sure my team stays intact."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Sure, let's call it that."
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. "Don't get too cocky. You might start thinking I care."
"Don't you?" I shot back, arching a brow.
The smirk on his face faded slightly, replaced by something softer, more serious. For a moment, the world around us-the smoke, the distant shouts of his men, the crackle of dying flames-faded away. It was just him and me, his eyes holding mine as if searching for an answer I wasn't ready to give.
"Maybe," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
I blinked, taken aback by his honesty. Before I could respond, he straightened, his usual confident demeanor snapping back into place.
"Let's wrap this up," he said, stepping back. "We've got work to do."
I nodded, falling into step beside him as he barked orders to his men. But as we moved to leave, I couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
Maybe he cared more than he let on.