Lucifer's POV

The Seventh Circle Riders MC owned several businesses in town. 

One of them was Midnight Paradise, a high-end nightclub that had grown in popularity over the years. It kept cash coming into the club, even after things had escalated with the mayor, but it still wasn't enough to keep things afloat for the long run.

Lucifer needed the mayor off his and the club's back ASAP. Only then could things return to normal.

"What's this package we're picking up?" Angelo asked from the passenger seat of the truck.

"A body," Lucifer replied. He'd said it so casually, so calmly, that Angelo couldn't help but believe him.

"Please tell me you're joking." Angelo turned to face Lucifer, his eyes widening. "Please."

"Of course I'm fucking joking." Lucifer laughed. "It's both sad and cute how gullible you are."

"After everything I've witnessed since being around you people, it's really not that farfetched for me to believe we were on the way to pick up a dead body."

"Point made."

"I'm sure you've done something like that before, anyway."

"I will neither confirm nor deny."

"Oh my God..."

"Relax, angel." Lucifer chuckled, then placed a hang on Angelo's thigh and squeezed. "You won't see any dead bodies tonight, I promise. It's just a quick pickup."

"Of what?" Angelo asked again.

"Listen, unless you do the work to get patched in to become a member of SCR, I can't discuss club business with you. It's against the rules. We've been over this."

Angelo sighed. "Who exactly made these stupid rules?"

"My elders," Lucifer said. "You shouldn't be disrespectful toward things you're unfamiliar with."

"Right. Sorry." Angelo turned to face the window, and Lucifer pulled his hand away. "So..."

"We can't drive the rest of the way in silence?" Lucifer asked. "Because I don't have the energy for you to 21 Question me. Half of which I probably can't answer."

"I was just going to ask if I could change the radio station."

"Why? You'd don't like the heavy metal shit?"

"Uh, I'm more of an indie and pop rock kind of guy."

"You know what?" Lucifer paused. "I'll take that as an acceptable answer. But had you said anything else, I would've thrown you out of this car."

Angelo laughed and changed the station before his ears could bleed. "Are you always this intense?"

"I'm afraid I don't know any other way to be."

If Angelo had any more questions, he kept them to himself for the rest of the drive.

Lucifer's cell phone buzzed with a new text shortly after he pulled into Midnight Paradise's back lot. He parked in his usual spot and then opened the message.

KB From MX: Jay said I'm meeting you instead?

Lucifer: Yeah. Walking in now.

Lucifer kept his arm around Angelo's waist as they entered the club, clearly staking his claim.

"Can I trust you to sit and behave yourself at the bar while I handle business upstairs?" he asked.

"This isn't exactly my type of crowd, so yeah, I'll behave," Angelo shouted over the music.

Lucifer's presence was impossible to ignore, but he kept all greetings short as they weaved through the energetic crowd. The bass was thumping, and the strobe lights were flashing. So many smiling faces, stoned expressions, and writhing bodies on the dance floor.

This was a good time. Definitely Lucifer's type of crowd. When he and Angelo reached the bar, he had to remind himself he was here for business, not pleasure.

"He's with me. Keep an eye on him," he said to Rin, a prospect, and one of the bartenders. "And I mean a close fucking eye, Rin. You lose him and you're dead."

Used to being threatened, Rin simply nodded.

"Be a good boy while I'm gone, yeah?" Lucifer whispered near Angelo's ear. "Or else I'll have to punish you."

"Stop. People will get the wrong idea about us." Angelo blushed and pushed him away. "Don't you have a sleazy reputation to uphold or something?"

"No," Lucifer said. "If anyone touches you while I'm gone, they're dead. So you'd better tell them upfront who you belong to, or else that's blood on your hands."

He walked off before Angelo could get another word in.

Midnight Paradise was more than just a nightclub. Lucifer also used it as a place to trade and funnel weapons and drugs. Tonight, he came to pick up money from a weapons sale he'd made.

But rather than being hyped about the fifty grand, his mood was bleak, given that this could be the club's last pickup for a while. All thanks to the mayor and his bullshit.

Lucifer couldn't wait to kill the bastard.

"KB, sorry to keep you waiting, man." Lucifer greeted the tall, blonde giant sitting in front of his office with a dap, then added, "You get here okay? I saw a few pigs on my way over."

"Yeah, I see they're swarming the streets around here now more than ever."

"Courtesy of the fucking mayor. He's been up my ass with his smear campaign against MCs. It's all bullshit. And I hate to say this, but I'm not sure when we'll be able to meet up like this again."

"That's tough."

"Tell me about it. Sheppard is fucking up business for everyone, not just people like us."

Aka, criminals.

"Got a plan to handle him?"

"Not yet. Still working on it."

"Well, if you need a hand or whatever, I'm just a call away. Me and my boys got your back."

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate that."

After KB handed over the bag of cash, Lucifer took it into his office and counted it.

Only for new clients did he count the money in front of them. He and KB, or King Bas in the streets, go way back. Mostly because their fathers knew each other. After KB took over the Forsaken Kings crew, it made sense for him and Lucifer to continue working together.

Good as their partnership was, however, Lucifer hoped he wouldn't have to call on KB for help anytime soon. He preferred to get his hands dirty alone and not bring anyone else down with him, especially when the fight was his own.

"Boss?" Several hard knocks pounded on the door. "It's Zayla. Can I come in?"

Lucifer bagged up the cash and placed it in the safe. "Yeah, what's up?"

Zayla and her bright purple hair burst into the office with a face decorated with fear. "We have a problem downstairs."

"What kind?" Lucifer reached for the gun hidden in the drawer of his desk, but Zayla waved him off.

"Not that kind. It's just, uh, the guy you came here with? He got into it with some drunk asshole."

Red.

Lucifer began to see red as he imagined Angelo getting roughed up by one of his drunk patrons.

"Rin intervened, but then the guy slammed a fucking bottle on his head. Blood went everywhere."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"I-I paged security and then ran up here. I figured you'd want to handle the douchebag personally, since he messed with your guy."

"You figured right. Thanks, Zay." Lucifer locked up the office and then rushed downstairs toward the bar.

Security already had the man apprehended, his face smashed on the counter, while other patrons stared and whispered.

Lucifer didn't recognize the man. After he got finished with him, no one else would be able to recognize him, either. Lucifer ordered security to take the man downstairs to the basement, then he checked on Angelo.

"You okay, angel?" Lucifer cupped Angelo's face and checked him out quickly, his anger rising as he noticed Angelo's busted bottom lip. "I'll fucking kill him—"

"The kick I gave to his nuts? He's never having kids."

Lucifer laughed. "Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

Angelo shook his head. "I'm good."

"What did he want from you?"

"My number."

"Bold son of a bitch."

"I-I told him I was with you, but he didn't care. Maybe he's new and doesn't know who you are around here?"

"I'll make sure he knows after tonight. Come on."

Lucifer guided Angelo upstairs and had him wait outside his office with Zayla to keep him company. Then he went downstairs to deal with the clueless prick who'd unknowingly signed his death warrant.

"Thanks, fellas. You can stand outside." Lucifer cracked his knuckles while slowly approaching the inebriated man, who sat tied up in a chair in the center of the basement.

After the guards left, Lucifer delivered a hard right hook to the man's face.

"I heard you don't know who I am," Lucifer said. "Is that true, motherfucker?" He gripped the man's hair and yanked his head back, his other hand gripping the man's throat. "Speak before I strangle you to death."

"I-I'm sorry, man! I didn't mean to hit on the twink—"

Lucifer tightened his grip on the man's throat.

"He told you he hadn't come here alone, yet you persisted. And not only did you hit him for rejecting your sorry ass, but you also assaulted my bartender. So, tell me, how do you suppose we resolve this fuckup of yours?"

Lucifer released his hold and moved to stand in front of the man. "I'm waiting for an answer," he said.

"W-Whatever you want." The man coughed, trying to catch his breath. "I'll do whatever you want. P-Please don't kill me. I-I have a family, man. I have kids—"

Lucifer's fists flew until both hands were covered in blood.

The man's pleas for his life, for his family, his children, meant absolutely nothing. This was the law of Lucifer's world; you hurt one of his own, then you pay with your own blood. And, depending on the offense, your life.

An eye for a fucking eye, which the man no longer had by the Lucifer was done with him.

"I have your wallet, asshole. So if you tell anyone how you ended up like this," Lucifer whispered near the man's ear, "I'll come back to finish you off."

The man sobbed, coughing up blood as he tried to beg for mercy once more. Luckily for him, Lucifer was done giving him a new look. He wiped his hands on the man's shirt before turning around to leave the room.

He ordered the guards, "Clean up the mess and drop him off somewhere far outside of town."

"You got it, boss."

"And tell Irene to wipe the footage from tonight. I don't need any more problems falling on my fucking lap."

With that, he made his way back upstairs to Angelo.

"Am I interrupting?" Lucifer smiled when he saw them joking around. It was the most relaxed he'd seen Angelo since, well, he kidnapped him.

"Not really. Just nerding out over AOT," Zayla said.

"The hell is that?" Lucifer asked.

"Attack on Titan," Angelo answered. "It's an anime."

"Oh. Way out of my element." Lucifer went into his office and grabbed the package from KB, and then he locked up again. "Let's go, Angelo. We're done here."

Angelo stood and followed Lucifer out. "It was nice meeting you, Zayla!"

"Nice meeting you, too! Come back and see me sometime," she called back.

"Not without me," Lucifer muttered, gripping Angelo's waist. Angelo nudged him in the side. "What? It clearly isn't safe for you to be here on your own."

"I'm not as fragile as you think I am." Once outside and back in the truck, Angelo grabbed one of Lucifer's hands, examining it. "Please tell me you didn't kill that guy for messing with me."

Lucifer looked down at his bruised knuckles, and then back at Angelo's troubled eyes.

"I knew you'd freak out, so I let the bastard live."

"Oh. Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now what do I get as thanks?"

Angelo blinked, confused. "What do you want?"

"A kiss." Lucifer smirked. "For not killing a man who definitely deserved it, I'd say a kiss is pretty safe."

"I'd say you're pushing your luck."

"I can always go back in there and finish him off." Lucifer opened his door, but Angelo tugged him back by the shirt and kissed him.

The surprise lasted for only a second before Lucifer responded, wrapping an arm around Angelo and pulling him closer. Their breaths tangled along with their tongues. It was a dangerous kind of intimacy. Something forbidden yet impossible to ignore.

One minute, Angelo was sitting in the passenger seat. The next, he was sitting on Lucifer's lap, his hips grinding as their moans filled the small space.

"I need to touch you," Lucifer whispered in between kisses. "Can I, angel?"

"Yes," Angelo breathed. "Do it quickly, before I change my mind."

Lucifer freed his cock and Angelo's, then he spit in his palm and wrapped his hand around both of them. He stroked slowly at first, teasingly, smearing precum along their shafts until the tension that had been brewing between them finally reached its boiling point.

"Say my name, angel. Say it when you come for me."

"Oh, God..." Angelo moaned, his eyes closed shut, hips still moving fast.

"Wrong." Lucifer tightened his grip on their cocks while nipping at Angelo's neck. "Try again."

"Lucifer!"

"Good boy."

Angelo shattered within seconds. His body convulsed, writhing against Lucifer's as the pleasure ripped through him again and again.

"So fucking pretty." Lucifer watched him with a wicked grin, his eyes a dark inferno of lust and satisfaction. "So fucking mine."

He murmured praise against Angelo's flushed skin, his fingers continuing the torturous pumping until his own release tore through him with a primal level of intensity that made his balls tingle.

"Fuck!" Lucifer gasped in time with his climax, his grip on Angelo's waist tightening as he rode through the waves. "Angel..." His head fell against the back of the seat, his breathing ragged and uneven. "Holy shit."

"I hate how good that felt," Angelo panted. "And I didn't mean to say that out loud. Shit." He began to move. "Do you have a tissue in here or something?"

"We don't need one."

"For the mess? Yes, we do—"

Lucifer shoved his cum coated fingers into Angelo's mouth. His cock attempted to harden again when Angelo moaned and obediently sucked them clean.

"I think I prefer this version of you," Lucifer said. "Can he stay for good?"

"I fucking hate you." Angelo blushed as he scrambled off Lucifer's lap. His hands shook as he fixed himself up.

"And I'm starting to like you," Lucifer chuckled. "You turn into a different person when you get all hot and bothered. Makes me even more curious about you."

"This was a mistake. A moment of weakness." Angelo rolled his eyes and put on his seatbelt. "I hope you enjoyed yourself because it'll never happen again."

Lucifer tucked himself away and started the truck. "Never say never, baby."