"and you keep on falling, baby figure it out"

chase atlantic — "falling"

"Mom?" My mouth speaks when my ears no longer hear the beeping on my phone, it goes silent allowing me to hear the car that I'm in taking me to the famous event. I wait for that familiar sweet voice with eager as my heart speeds, with nothing but the memories of our last fight rushing through my head.

"Hi, baby." Finally, a smile escapes my lips once I hear those words.

My heart goes slower as if my mom has a special power like those movies. Or maybe she truly has, and I'm the luckiest daughter in the world to get her.

"How are you?" Even though there's nothing more that I want to do right now than apologise for my hurtful words to her the other night, my tongue suddenly goes nervous to let out the expected words.

"I'm doing alright." She does sound excited to hear my voice too. It's not usual for us to go days without talking, or even stay mad at each other too stubborn to say sorry. To be honest, five days without even hearing her voice has been the longest. "Teddy is preparing popcorn for movie night..." I hear how she hesitates for a second on saying her words. "We miss you." As fast as I could even put a thought into it, her hopeful tone causes for the words that are running in my head to fly out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"I treated you like garbage and you don't deserve that."

"I pushed it, Lilith. If you're not into Lucifer, then you're not."

Hearing his name leads my mouth to go shut. Getting lost on the last time we spoke, those words, the kiss and everything that troubled my insides goes back to me the quickest it can.

There's a difference between caring and telling you what to do. Lucifer said. I can't pretend like it didn't consume my brain the rest of the week, even at class, somehow his voice managed to slid back into my head ruining my chances of getting my notes right.

I've never been the type to get caught up on what someone says about me, but for the way that he said it, and in the context that it was delivered, it got my thoughts mixing together.

Maybe my mood not being in the right place got me taking things in the wrong way. There's no doubt in my mind that Colin, Bobby and Paul have nothing but good intention towards other people. So, why did I react like that? I was mad at Damian, not them. Not even at Lucifer, surprising at that sounds. His words are affecting me more than I expected rushing a question to my head: do I do that often?

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Am I a mess?" My tongue asks quicker than anything else from this conversation.

A little chuckle comes from my mom. "What makes you think that?"

I wasn't expecting that answer. Honestly, there's no correct answer that I was expecting. A "yes" would've been a disaster, and a "no" would've made a complete mess of thoughts inside of me because there's no way that's true.

"I don't know, I just—" I shake my head watching the cars drive by "can't understand a few things about myself."

"Like what?"

"Do I push people away too much?" I don't hesitate, letting go of the unbreakable knife stabbing my head.

"Lilith—"

"Maybe you were right and I'm scared. Maybe right now I could've have had so many people in my life but because my head doesn't like it, I walk away. Am I that fucked up, mom?"

"You're not fucked up, honey."

"Maybe I am!"

"Baby, let me ask you something. Are you happy right now? With the people that are in your life? Teddy and I? Ada?"

"Yes," my head doesn't have to think about the answer "I wouldn't change any of you guys."

"Then you already have your answer. Just because you don't have a thousand of friends or you've never had a serious relationship doesn't mean you're fucked up. It just means that, if you're happy, the people that you have in your life right now are the people you need." I stay quiet processing my mom's words. "Do you feel like you want more?"

Honestly, there's not a single thing I know right now. This whole week has been a complete mess, got me questioning things I've never even put a thought into. The dinner at grandma's and yesterday at the gym with Lucifer's words really troubled everything for me.

"I don't know, maybe."

"There's nothing shameful about wanting more, every human in the entire world wants more."

What could that "more" be...?

"Life's messy, baby. Maybe you are scared, maybe you aren't. That's something that you'll be able to see and change when you find yourself in the moment and it's time to make a decision."

"What kind of decision?"

"When the right people come into your life, you'll know."

"How?"

"You'll just know it, baby. It's a feeling."

When I met Ada, the second time we saw each other I couldn't stop laughing at her funny but non sense jokes she liked to tell while under the influence of alcohol. There was a weird feeling on the pit of my stomach, wanting to live that moment for the rest of my life without getting tired.

Maybe that's the feeling my mom's talking about.

Life doesn't really have an answer, that's the strange beauty of it. Isn't it?

"I love you, mom." I can finally say with a tiny smile on my lips. The slight wind slowly blowing as it enters the opened window shivers my skin, taking my free hand to caress the side of my opposite arm as a long relief sigh escapes my mouth, my eyes lead to the side and up to stare at the stars the night is gifting the world. It's a beautiful night, and hopefully, tonight will be as well.

"I love you too— Hey, what are you doing that I've been hearing cars pass by?"

"My boss has an event and he wants me there with him, I'm in the car right now."

18:21. I see on my watch. Crossing my legs together, my high heels slightly brushes the copilot seat. "Oh, that's cool! You must be a pretty good secretary if he does."

A chuckle escapes my mouth. "Yeah, kinda ironic, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"I don't do well when people tell me what to do in my personal life, but at my job? I'm the fucking best."

"Maybe you are a little bit of a mess."

"Mom!"

"I'm joking! You came out of me, you have to be. I'm glad we are, though, otherwise life would as boring as hearing grandpa's golfing stories."

"Uh, yeah," I shake my head, remember all those hours and hours of hearing Philip talking non stop "not a fan of those."

"You have fun tonight, alright? Eat a lot."

"You know me, mom. It's the only reason I'm excited to go to this thing."

Hearing a little laugh come from my mom, an inevitable smile forms on my face. "Bye, baby."

"Bye, mom."

I stare at my lock screen with the same expression after ending the call. Ada and I are hugging each other back in our freshman year, with messy hair, red lips and probably drunk like we loved to spent our weekends. A type of warmth surrounds my chest not being able to stare away from it... Mom's right, the people that are currently in my life are the people I need. And if someone else comes in it, I'll know.

Like a spell was called on her and the universe knew it would make me smile, Ada's name appears on my screen with a new message I received from her.

"Bitch!
Don't forget we have our weekly breakfast tomorrow morning after my class."

I smile at myself once again.

"You have fun tonight! And you better have worn your big purse because I want you to steal food for me!"

Oh, Ada, my purse tonight is the space between my underwear strap and my dress. No food is gonna get stolen tonight. Or maybe if I make a run for it?

My thumbs get ready to type.

"How could I forget? You waking me up with your lovely screams is my highlight of every week."

Blocking my phone to stare at the window and wait for my best friend to reply, my eyes notice the change of scenery. Big and tall buildings with lights surrounding them is all I can see. Fancy restaurants and expensive cars passing by our side. People with long dresses and dark black suits, shining shoes and big smiles. We're definitely close.

Once the car does a turn to the right, the more and more it drives forward, the less people walking on the street I see. I wonder what kind of event is it, dancing? Not a chance. Drinking? Probably. No, most definitely. Talking about boxing? Yes. Absolutely. Eating? I sure hope so.

Covaliov did seem excited about it, the fight: Donovan versus Finch. With the few times I've seen Damian fight, he doesn't look like the type to have mercy on his opponent. Punch after punch without a care in the world, quicker than the wind, strong, cocky movements with blood ending up on the floor as he lifts his arms in the air excited of his win. While Lucifer, determined, calculated with speed, technique, strength with every punch, waiting for the perfect opportunity to get his move in. Both completely different types of fighter. My lack of knowledge in the sport doesn't give me the tiniest clue on who could win...

Suddenly, I get anxious.

But before I can put a thought into it, the car stops.

"We're here, Ms. Avery." The driver speaks turning my eyes to him.

I nod, thanking him for the ride.

As soon as my door is opened, a tall man with a suit welcomes me into the area. I step out of the car surprised at what my eyes are located on. Delicate windows and doors, white walls, gold roses and black curtains, bright lights followed by dark green leafs hanging from the trees. All of that combined makes the building that I have in front of me. Confirming my suspicions about whoever they are making more money than all of the boxers combined, I take a step closer to the door. Or at least, I hope that's what I'm supposed to do. Covaliov said "I want you here" and that's all I know.

"Hi!" A familiar female voice yells by my side. My eyes locate where the voice came from to find a beautifully wavy blonde hair girl. Ruby. Her red skirt going perfectly with a black top covers her body while her high heels take her closer to where I'm cluelessly standing. A huge smile appears on her lips once she's closer, ready to welcome the strange person she's been waiting. Clearly not me. Not a single time I've ever been on her presence, she had that cute and excited smile on her face. She's obviously walking towards someone she's happy to see. Not in a million years that person would me be. Why would it? She has proven to not stand me not even when my mouth is closed.

She's getting closer and closer. No cars are around me giving me a hint on who she's walking to, maybe someone behind me. With the intention to check, my head turns around ready to see someone familiar, one of the fighters for the event, but no— no one.

Who's Ruby walking to? My head goes back to her, sill walking towards my way. Finally, a car passes behind me parking right in front of the one that left me a minute ago. There. She must know the person that's coming, seen them from the place she was standing— she's hugging me. Alert. Alert. She's hugging me.

"I—" my tongue doesn't even know what to say. I stay still processing what's happening. This is a dream. It's definitely a dream.

She's still hugging me! Tightly!

"Lilith! So glad to see you!" My arms don't return the hug. I don't think they could even if I try, my brain has shut down from the surprise of Ruby being excited...? To see me?

Is she high? Drunk? Definitely in some sort of influence that has her act this way. Weed? Something! She's not sober!

Finally, I regain a bit of control of my head when the sound of the car door opens. Turning to see who's gonna come out of it, the weirdness of why Ruby is hugging me comes to an end. Her weed has arrived.

Lucifer Donovan.

Playing the nice girl for him to see it, a new tactic coming from her. Nice.

Hate to admit it, but since my eyes have been on Lucifer, they can't stare away. He has a black blazer on with a dark grey turtleneck neck underneath it. His pants are just as black as the blazer but surrounded by thin lines of the colour dark green, almost invisible, going perfectly with the shine of his simple necklace hanging from his neck. A golden watch take my eyes to it immediately, making his skin look almost perfect as his tattoos peak through. The messy hair that he carries complimenting his face like it always does with his pinkish thick lips and green mesmerising eyes.

Fuck.

He's so pretty.

"Luci!" Finally, Ruby lets go of me heading her way towards the new car that arrived. I don't want to lock eyes with him, if I want this night to end well, my mission for the rest of it is to stay away from him as much as I can. Or at least, as much as Covaliov doesn't say it.

"Hate to admit it," for my luck, Bobby with a black suit on appears stealing my sight immediately "but she does look good." Talking about Ruby after giving her a quick look, he arrives my by side.

"Hi, Bobby. Looking good as usual."

Placing his arm around my shoulders, Bobby doesn't wait to turn us both towards the front door. Staring at the tall glass door, my feet can't wait to take my eyes there to see the probably extremely expensive inside. "The moment you and I walk inside that building," Bobby says "we're gonna have all the eyes on us. We're two bad bitches."

I can't help but laugh. "Watch out for the puddles people, there's gonna be drool everywhere." Following his joke and gaining a look from Bobby, he lets go of my shoulders to stare at my body covered in my tight dress.

"Ruby does look good, baby, but you— oh my my my my..." he repeatedly shakes his head in a low motion "am I gonna end up dead if I compliment you?"

"I never say no to a good compliment."

Hearing a chuckle coming from him, my head goes confused on why the sudden change. "I didn't say you were gonna kill me."

Turning his head to the side, where a certain person is still standing, the question I was about to ask gets automatically answered.

"Where's Paul and Colin?" I quickly change the subject. With the whole strength my body has, I try to not lead my eyes where Bobby is still staring: at Lucifer.

"On the other car, I got the privilege to ride with pretty boy over there." He points at him with his head, still, with his own eyes glued on Lucifer.

Don't look.

"How does he manage to always look good?" Bobby continues.

Don't look.

"I know you're not gonna compliment him because of the whole you hate each other thing, but you have to admit he does know how to dress."

Don't look.

"No wonder he has a million of girls behind him."

My heart sinks to my stomach, mixing with the strange tingling sensation inside of it.

Don't look.

"You know, him and I lived together for a couple of months and I think I lost count how many girls I saw walk out of his room."

Don't look.

I try to place my focus on something else, maybe the trees by the side of the building.

"One day, he came out with just messy hair and a naked body. Really got my eyes going fucking wide!"

They're.... green. And— tall. Extremely tall.

"I wonder why he never settled down."

What else? Maybe darker by the top? Or is it that is far and my eyes can't really focus on it?

"He is definitely boyfriend material."

Don't look.

"He's waiting for the perfect girl, I guess. Lilith—"

Fuck it.

Look.

The moment my eyes lay on them, I immediately regret it. I meet his green eyes staring at my body like he's never seen a woman's body before. He's slowly admiring it, going up and down getting in every detail that he possibly can. I don't get uncomfortable, maybe worst, my skin likes it.

"C'mon, Luci. Let's go." Ruby's arm going around his, breaks the trace he's in as she drags him towards the door.

"C'mon, Lili." Bobby copies Ruby's tone, almost pitched. "Let's go!" Wrapping his arm with mine, my mouth can't help but break out a laugh hearing Bobby's voice.

"I really needed that laugh."

"I'm the funniest, what can I say?"

"Oh, Colin would definitely argue with you on that."

Rolling his eyes as we both arrive by the door, Bobby slowly shakes his head. "Colin would argue with me about anything if he thinks it's funny."

Letting out yet another laugh, completely agreeing with Bobby, my feet take the first step to get inside the building. For my surprise, Lucifer and Ruby have the same intention at the same moment we do.

Trying my hardest not to roll my eyes right now.

Giving me a fake little smile, Lucifer takes a step back. "Ladies first."

Don't ask me why, but my annoyance grows the second my eyes see that little expression of his. "I thought you didn't see me as a lady." I reply, following my usual emotions towards Lucifer.

"Believe me," he doesn't make the fake smile disappear "if this event wasn't important I would love to push you as you walk through the door."

"If you want to end up unconscious on the floor, yes, I invite you to do it."

"Funny of you to think that you could ever even try to punch me in the face with your fist."

I can feel Bobby's eyes on me, and I'm not wrong. As he stares and hears me, from the corner of my eye I spy a smile on his lips, clearly enjoying my little banter with his friend.

"Who said I would do it with my fist?" I ask, copying his little fake smile.

"Figures," he chuckles at me "with your weak arms you couldn't even hurt a fly."

"I see you two are normal." The voice of Covaliov prevents me from replying to him. Lucky for Lucifer, the annoyance building inside of me would have definitely make me come up with answers even his ancestors would die again annoyed. "I don't want to play babysitter tonight," stepping in between Lucifer and I, Covaliov, with his formal and expensive dark blue suit on, throws fire upon us with his own two eyes "you two better behave." I roll my eyes once his coach turns to him, turning the warning even stronger for his fighter. "Inside, now."

Lucifer rolls his eyes too as he follows Covaliov inside the building with Ruby cluelessly following him by his side, leaving Bobby and I alone.

I take a deep breath in. Less than a minute talking with him and he already got my insides wanting to kill him... great.

"That was fun," Bobby says excited as I drag him inside "do it again."

Oh, Bobby, if I want this night to be successful and not end up on me being fired... I better not.

The sound of my high heels don't disappear once they get inside. The wind of the outside carries with my body, the light of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling blinds my eyes, and the marble walls make the room look even more cold than it already is. The sudden feeling of not belonging here troubles my chest as my eyes keep wondering around trying to look for something that would make me feel warm.

Inevitably, those green eyes don't wait to meet mine. My heart stops for a second, carrying the weigh of itself to my stomach. Lucifer doesn't even care that I've noticed his staring at me, instead, when my eyes don't look away his jawline goes immediately tense. Going back to something by my side, the focus his sight has intrigues my insides. His chin goes slightly up, likes he's determined to not miss a second of what he's staring at. Wondering what's he thinking, when I feel somebody's presence by my side, my eyes leave him.

A man walking pass me gets my attention. I don't take long to recognise him, bald with a dark look on his eyes, and with a black suit on Damian's trainer confidently walks by my side. He's staring at me, down to my body to then meet my eyes and send a slight shiver to the back of my neck. It goes tense, like it's waiting for something to happen since the tension between us is a strong as the first shot of vodka. He doesn't let go of my sight, gifting me a grin on his way to the back of the room. Finally, as if what he wanted to do was done, the trainer leaves my eyes to lead them by his left side, where I know Lucifer is. An even bigger grin appears, proud of accomplishing what he came to do.

That being...?

I have no clue.

Ada is the better than me at having a good gut feeling, but right now, after what just happened, there's no doubt in me that that man... is up to absolutely no good.

"Avery." Covaliov's voice brusquely leads my eyes to him. "Here, take this." Handing me a piece of paper without staring at me, Covaliov wonders his eyes around like he's carefully calculating his movements and everything around him. "Take this to the guard at the front door, it's the names of all our guests." I nod, understanding my assignment of the night. "Got it?"

"Yes."

For the first time since he started talking, Covaliov meets my eyes. "Be careful." I sense... truthfulness in his tone?

I nod, again. "I will."

Giving me a sweet tiny smile, one that I've never seen him give to me, Covaliov leaves my side to greet some people in the room.

I look down to the paper in my hands like an automatic reaction, even if my eyes don't recognise any of the names written down. Realising than I'm standing cluelessly, my feet start walking to the known front door we all just walked through a couple of minutes ago.

There's not a single good feeling inside of me about this place, about this whole event. As far as I've been here, there's only four people I know. This room is slowly being filled with fancy and expensive group of people that I've never even met at the gym.

A horrible chest pain surrounds me, reminding me of the time I saw a shadow behind a tree back at the hotel my grandparents put me in. That feeling of something bad happening doesn't hold back the more I walk away from the group, being alone makes me vulnerable, even if I can take care of myself, the way that more eyes end up on me the more I walk, looking down and inspect me like I'm some sort of object that's being sold... it's awful.  My body has never felt this uncomfortable in a gathering before, not even at my grandmother's.

Once my eyes locate the guard standing with an ear piece by the side of the door, a sigh of relief escapes my mouth. At least, my feet know where they're going and I'm not a lost puppy.

But, that relief doesn't last long, the sudden wave of electricity rushing through the back of my neck troubles me. I'm being stared at. And not by those kind of people that just walked in and looked down at me, not even by someone I know. My head turns to the side guessing the eyes that are located on me, and not too much for my surprise, the only thing that I find it's darkness.

Damian's coach. He's staring at me with a grin once again. Noticing that I'm looking at him too, he lifts his chin as his hand carries a wine glass. Shivers down my back, I don't look away. Somehow, the strange feeling of something horrible happening doesn't go away, instead, it goes even bigger inside of me. I hate it.

Wondering why do I have this feeling, the question what could possibly go wrong appears in my head. I mean, yes, the best fighters of an illegal club are in the same room because their fight is gonna happen soon. Everyone that's involve in this is here... who the hell thought this was a good idea?

"Thank you." The voice of the guard makes my feet suddenly stop with the intention to not crush with his giant body in front of me.

"Oh, sorry." The paper leaves my hand.

"Is that the beautiful and sexy Lilith Avery?" A familiar girl's voice asks cheekily by my left side. Immediately recognising it, my eyes lead to her finding that famous short and shiny red hair walking towards me. With her tattooed arms, Ivy hugs me tightly, brushing away all the days we haven't seen each other.

I smile to myself giving her a quick look once she lets me go. She has a black suit on carrying herself with a pair of high boots, leather, going perfectly with the long and thick eyeliner professionally done on her eyelids. I'll never get tired of saying this: damn, she's hot. "You forgot funny." I add to her greeting.

"Damn, sorry, my bad." Ivy gives me a look like the one I gave her a second ago. "You look hot as fuck, like always."

I chuckle. "If I had a dollar for every time I looked at you and said damn, she's hot, I would be a millionaire."

Placing her arm around my shoulder turning me around towards the inside of the room, the strong flower smell of her perfume flies to my nose. "We would make a powerful couple, wouldn't be?"

A strange hand touches my right arm. "Don't forget about us, ladies." Colin's voice speaks before I can. With his dark green suit on, he joins our walk.

"I'm gay," Paul also joins while a dark brown suits covers his body "but I would totally go straight for any of you."

"Stop it," I add. "I'm gonna blush."

"Paul, for the record," Colin takes te attention towards him "I would go gay for you."

"Aw, really?"

"Of course! For those freckles? Anything!"

"Even I would go straight for those freckles." Ivy agrees, nodding.

I have to admit, Ivy is right, those freckles could kill if Paul wanted to.

"Oh, stop it."

"Paul, you're fucking beautiful!" Ivy leaves my side to take her arm now around Paul's shoulders. "You better start owning it, my man."

"Lilith." Colin replaces Ivy by my side leading my attention towards him as Ivy and Paul's conversation fades away. "What did you do to Lucifer the other day?"

Uh—?

"What are you talking about?" What did I? When? Since I don't get a response from Colin, my head comes out with its own conclusion. "The day at the gym?" I roll my eyes annoyed, not even with the tiniest need to talk about him. "He was probably annoyed that Damian showed up—"

"I'm not talking about that day," Colin stops me "I'm talking about the weekend before that. He went to a dinner party with your grandparents?" I nod, bringing back that memory like it was yesterday. "Lucifer came all moody and didn't want to talk to anybody."

"We didn't fight," did we? "if that's what your wondering. It wasn't me."

"There's a million of reasons of why he would come back in a terrible mood—"

"And you ask me like I would know?" I ask, defensively. "Like a care to begin with?"

Colin doesn't respond immediately, instead, his eyes wonder mine as if he's looking for answer in them, one that he's certain my mouth isn't gonna let go. "But when it comes to you, there's not a million."

"And?" The intrigue on why Colin's acting this way consumes me. I have absolutely no idea why Lucifer would come home like that. Yes, he left the party suddenly as if something had happened, but nothing did, we just slept with each other and continued with our night— like we always do.

"Did something happen?"

"No."

"Something else than a normal fight?"

Maybe?

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Alright." His tone immediately changes to a slower one, lifting his arms surrendering, Colin slowly shakes his head. "Just wanted to check." Even if he doesn't look satisfied or even convinced of my answers, he turns his head towards Ivy and Paul who are still having their own little conversation. Maybe me being extremely defensive about it took him to believe the opposite of my answers.

Maybe? No. Definitely. It's Colin that we're talking about.

"Oh, shit." Paul's words take me out of my own thoughts to see how his eyes are located worryingly on where I last left Covaliov.

"What?" I ask, leading my eyes towards it. Finding Covaliov with new people around him, my stomach turns a bit when the realisation of who are the people comes inside my head.

Damian with his coach standing there as if the tension between them can't be cut with a knife. Covaliov doesn't seem too happy about it, giving the fakest smiles I've ever seen him give to anyone. But the person that gets my attention the longest, is Lucifer, standing closely to Covaliov's left side. With his eyes glued on his opponent's coach, he doesn't let go for even a second. Anger runs through all of his body, even if he hides it well, my ability to read it doesn't slip my eyes. On his own, the way that they're located and firm, they don't shine like they usually do, trying his hardest to not break and end it all in front of everyone. His fingers brush against with each other with strength while his arms are crossed around his chest, as if he's trying to manipulate whatever is going on inside of him to fly towards them and let it go by doing that. His chin is lifted, confidently owing his place by his coach's side, determined to let everyone know around him that's he's not playing games.

"Is that—?" Colin asks, surprised.

"Alexander Wick." He doesn't get to finish, the moment that we all arrive the man owning that name shakes Covaliov's hand, who said those words hiding the disgust that it cause him inside.

"Long time no see." The known man named Alexander says slowly and firm. His tone is dark yet formal, carrying his words with confidence with the raspiness of his throat thrown out. Just like a time before, his chin is lifted confidently standing in his own place.

"Damian." Covaliov greets him, who just like Lucifer, is standing by the side of his coach. Giving him a smile, there's no hint on Damian of him wanting to be there. But trying his hardest to not give it away, as if it would be the worst possibly thing he could do, gives Covaliov a smile without giving a firm look to Lucifer before.

The tension between them all can be felt from where I'm standing, hugging my own arms across my chest waiting impatiently to hear where this conversation goes.

"Nice to see you, Covaliov."

"Looks like a lot of people are ready to see our boys fight." Alexander slowly shakes his head. "Can't say I'm surprised."

"Well, you know," Another fake little smile from Covaliov "when you get the fame that Lucifer Donovan has, people talk."

I can tell that Alexander didn't like that comment, tensing his jawline just a bit, he doesn't hold back when a nasty look from his eyes escapes him. "Damian has been training for a long time, you should be proud... I've never push him this hard for an opponent."

"Maybe not to him, but you're quite the pusher to other fighters, I believe."

Something bigger than what I'm seeing is happening here, clearly. Years and years of history that these two have I'm not gonna be able to know from only this conversation, but one thing is for sure, they never in their life got along.

"I've done things in the past, yes—"

"Yes," Covaliov stops him "you did."

"But, there's a reason why they're in the past." Even if those words could mean that Alexander regrets it, whatever he has done, he doesn't. His tone shows more of a hint that he's just beginning, and isn't gonna take a step back if he gets the opportunity to bring the past back just to get under Covaliov's nerves.

"Something being in the past doesn't mean that it can't happen again, does it?" Just like me, Covaliov doesn't believe Alexander's words. He is sure of something that I can't quite understand it.

"No, you're right. I just hope Lucifer is stronger than— what was his name? It started with A, didn't it?" Suddenly, the entire tension turns upside down. And not in a good way.

"Don't." Lucifer cuts him off, angrier than before.

"Donovan—" Covaliov wants to prevent him from doing anything he might regret later, but Damian, taking step closer, enables anyone from saying anything else.

"If your coach is so persistent with the past, there's no reason why we shouldn't talk about him."

"There's a thousand of reasons why you and Wick shouldn't. You two better keep your mouths away from him."

Him? Who's him?

Damian grins at Lucifer. That can't be good. "Or what?"

"Save it for the ring, Lucifer." Covaliov, grabbing Lucifer by the arm, he pulls him back while he doesn't even stare away from Damian. It's clear as a day without clouds that those two... are gonna tear each other apart on the ring.

"Yes, boys, save it." Alexander agrees, doing the same as Covaliov. "It's gonna be an interesting fight."

It sure fucking will.

"I'm back, Luci." Ruby suddenly appearing by Lucifer's side and realising the strange people around her, a smile forms on her lips. "Oh, hi, I'm Ruby."

Alexander doesn't seem too keen about meeting her. Giving her a quick look up and down her body, he gives her a simple smile. "Nice to meet you." My eyes follow carefully what Alexander does. Slowly carrying his eyes on the group, he quickly drops what's he doing not caring about any of the people around him, instead, once his eyes stop on Lucifer, a tiny grin escapes his lips as if an idea just happened inside his head. Wanting to know why, my eyes wonder to Lucifer to surprisingly meet his green eyes. He's staring at me, and I don't know if he's trying to tell me something or if he's just focused on something else, but he doesn't let go. I can't understand what's he doing, either way, when Alexander's body turns towards me, my entire attention inevitably goes to him without giving me the opportunity to give Lucifer a second thought.

"I think I know everyone here, expect... you." He gives me another one of his smiles, not the one that he did to Ruby, but the one that he immediately formed when an angrily Lucifer warned him. I don't know which one is worst. "Alexander Wick." Giving me his hand for me to shake, my head takes a second to stare at it and hesitate if I should take it or not. My eyes meet his, dark like the night outside, having the power to intimidate anyone he wanted.

But, me? There's no way I'm letting a man do that.

I firmly take his hand. "Lilith Avery."

"And you do?"

"She's my secretary." Covaliov replies before I can. Alexander doesn't turn around to face him, he's determined to stare at me with his killing eyes. Trying to understand what's he desiring to do by talking to me, I don't look away holding the eye contact for as long he wants.

For my surprise, he's the first one to break our eyes apart, looking down to my body as slowly as he can. My hand goes close in a fist annoyed by his action, but I compose myself taking a deep breath in. "Such a pretty lady."

Another deep breath in.

Deep. Really deep.

I don't open my mouth, Lucifer moving behind Alexander leads my eyes towards him. He takes a step closer to where we're both standing but his coach stops him while giving him a warning look, shaking his head. Clenching his jawline, the way that Lucifer closes his eyes and lets out a long breath to control his anger sends nothing but a bunch of butterflies to run wild inside of my stomach.

He's hot.

Shit, stop.

"I sure am." I confidently reply going back to Alexander who immediately smiles, liking my response.

"I like the confidence. Tell me, Lilith, how long have you working for Covaliov?"

"A month."

"A month? That's fantastic." An even bigger smile appears on his face. Changing his expression to a confused one, Alexander gives Damian a quick look. "Wait— if my numbers are correct, Damian, isn't this the girl that you took on a date?"

Oh, no. This is his move.

I can tell that not even one person around me isn't surprised at those words, expect Lucifer, who was there the moment it happen ages ago. Innocently and without giving it a thought, my eyes look at Lucifer who's already looking my way. He's not angry while he's staring at me, maybe worst, he's sorry for me being involve in all of this shit.

"What?" Covaliov is the first one to ask, without believing what his ears are hearing.

"A date?" I hear Ivy.

"It wasn't a date." I quickly let out, not wanting the room to turn into chaos because of something that didn't happen.

Alexander smiles at me, clearly liking that non of them knew about it. "It wasn't?"

"No, it wasn't." Lucifer speaks before me. This time, his coach isn't able to stop him once he makes his way towards me. Standing between me and Alexander, the smell of his sweet colognes rushes to my nose. "Has she not make herself clear?" I get chills hearing his deep voice defend me.

The way that we can fight but a moment later he's protective over me makes me stand there like a little kid watching her favourite show.

"Lucifer." Covaliov knows the situation is about to go down if he doesn't stop Lucifer, and Alexander at this point, who hasn't stopped trying to get into everyone's nerves.

"What's your plan here, Wick?" Lucifer ignores his coach, not leaving Alexander out of his sight.

"Plan? I'm just trying to know your team, Donovan." Alexander tries to sound innocent. He's good at it, have to admit, but years of hearing serial killers on interviews trained my eyes to see the true colours of people.

Lucifer doesn't reply immediately, instead, taking a step closer to Alexander, leading to Damian also doing it but stopped by his coach, he stares down at him and the grin slowly forming on his lips. "Stay away from her. If you ever decide to even be a step close, I'll make sure Damian isn't the only one who's gonna fall at our fight."

My heart jumps to my stomach. The butterflies don't wait to come back almost as soon as my head processes those words. He sounds so determined and firm, as if he meant every single one of those words.

"Why, Lucifer?" Alexander isn't done, he still asks playing the next move of his game. But, Lucifer doesn't reply. His mouth doesn't even open. He either doesn't want to reply, understanding that this is all what Alexander wants, or, he doesn't know the answer to that question. Or maybe he does, and answering it out loud, is worst than the two other options.

"It wasn't a date," Damian adds "but, to be fair Lilith did say yes to going out with me."

"Where you high?" I hear Colin ask.

But I don't turn to face him, all my eyes want to see is Lucifer and his undying desire to end his fist on Alexander's face. He doesn't even move a muscle affected by it, worst, he smiles at the win of his own move. 

Alexander takes the opportunity grinning at Lucifer. And something tells me, his next words are gonna be his final move. "Those two would make the perfect couple."

"Avery, Donovan, come with me." Covaliov drags Lucifer out of there. I follow him, not wanting to even see how Lucifer is looking right now. "Wick— I would love to say it was a pleasure to see you again, but that would be a complete lie and I wouldn't be giving a good example. See you in the ring."

My feet don't hesitate on following them to the right side of the room, leaving the group with nothing but confusion all over their faces.

"See you soon," Alexander gives his last words "to all of you." He meets my eyes. "Bye, Lilith. I'll definitely see you soon."

Chills down to the back of my neck, I hold his stare for as long as I can. But once I feel Covaliov's hand on my shoulder, I can't keep it, his words are already flying my way.

"What the hell was that?" An angry Covaliov asks by my side. Expecting the question to be for me my head already starts to form the answer. I face him ready to let out my words. But for my surprise, his frustration isn't towards me, instead, it's towards Lucifer.

"Don't give me a lecture right now because you know damn well that Wick was trying to get close." Lucifer replies angrier than before.

"No, he was trying to make you mad which he successfully did. Do you get it? Do you believe me now that something is happening? Wick doesn't stop. And he never fucking will, Lucifer. Not until we stop it."

Here we go again to the subject I do not understand. The puzzle of what happened in the past has never been completed inside my head, no matter what I hear, not even a single question gets answered.

So, I just stay still, listening very carefully to their conversation.

"We can't prove it, coach," Lucifer sounds defeated, but the angry tone doesn't disappear "you've been searching for years—"

Prove what?

"We will. But if you let him get under your skin we're not gonna get too far, boy, c'mon. You have to play it cool and keep going, let me do the hard work. Understand?" Lucifer doesn't speak. He stays quiet annoyed by the words he's hearing. It's clear that Covaliov is right and Lucifer knows it, even if he hates it. "Have you not heard me, do you understand?"

"Yes, coach." Lucifer finally says, in between teeth. "Do you have it?"

Have what?

I'm getting even more confused by the second, but my ears don't want to let go of what they're getting.

"I do, don't worry about it. You just focus about your fight with Damian, it's still a month away but time flies quick. The next time you take a look at it you're gonna be going to bed to get a good night sleep for the fight." Nodding, Covaliov gives Lucifer an approval smile to then turn around and finally, face me. "Now, Avery, did you actually said yes to a date with that Finch boy?" He doesn't sound angry or even disappointed, just plain confusion on why I took that outrageous decision.

"Uh— maybe?"

"Oh, boy."

"It was stupid and I was tired," I quickly defend myself "my head wasn't thinking properly. I now realise how big of a mistake it was."

"Huge." Lucifer corrects me in such an annoyed tone, that my eyes can't help but see him and roll when they find him with his arms crossed like a mom waiting for her kid to realise they fucked up.

"Next time you're tired," Covaliov steals my attention when his hand gently touches mine "go to sleep."

"If I'm not dragged to a place I don't want to be, I will." My reply seems to have affected Lucifer, just like I expected. Rolling his eyes as soon as Covaliov turns to him, I eat the desire to curse him off right on this moment.

"And last, you," Covaliov continues "be more discreet about it. Alexander mentioned her twice and you were ready to put his head on a spike."

I stay silent like I'm not hearing what was just said. Even if what Covaliov is referring to could mean a lot of things, my head immediately turns to one direction only: maybe he's getting used to being protective over me. Why? I have no clue. He doesn't care. He shouldn't. I don't care. I shouldn't. That's how our relationship works. And it will always be that way.

Right?

Once Covaliov leaves, my eyes find themselves located on Lucifer on more time. He looks tired, the long sigh that escapes his mouth carries out every messy thought inside his head. Staring at him with my wondering eyes, admiring his side profile while he's jawline is a bit clenched, frustrad from the night, I can't help but get the need on my fingertips to brush them against his soft and warm skin. It shines as if a chandelier full of diamonds is only illuminating him, his lips press strongly against each other don't hold back when they unintentionally make mine lick themselves, ready to taste them like I've never done before and fulfill an undying desire.

"You look like a you need a shot of vodka." My mouth speaks before my brain realises it, turning Lucifer's attention towards me.

"And you care what I need?" He asks, annoyed. Alright, yeah, we're back to our normal selves.

"Uh— uh." I shake my head. "You're not gonna be mad at me now, I didn't do shit."

"Saying yes to a date with Damian isn't enough?"

"Alright, yes, I admit that saying yes to him was a huge mistake." I make the word 'huge' be more noticeable since he corrected me a moment earlier. "But I didn't go through with it. The last time we spoke I told him to leave me the fuck alone."

"Yeah," he fake chuckles "he's definitely gonna listen to you."

"What do you want from me, Lucifer?" I ask, defeated, knowing that Lucifer is annoyed at something more than just me saying yes to Damian and his stupid date.

"To leave this place." His eyes enetrate mine, strongly, making me question is he's saying this to me as a demand... or more as a plead.

"This is my job, I can't just walk away like, hey, bye bye!"

"You shouldn't have taken the job in the first place!"

"Too bad, I needed the money and I still do. We shouldn't be getting on this subject because you know how's gonna end!"

"No, I don't. How is it gonna end, Avery? Me telling you for the tenth time that you shouldn't be involve in this and you hating me more than you already do just because I'm trying to protect you?!"

He immediately back tracks, realising the choice he had made in words. I do the same, realising the meaning of them. Neither of us talk waiting for a perfect phrase to say, but nothing comes, my brain has shut down the second my ears hear those words letting the butterflies running wild inside my stomach be the main characters. He doesn't see a way out of this conversation, his silence gives me everything I needed to know: he didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Maybe." I finally say, letting the words come out of my mouth without thinking about them. "But this time it will end on me telling you that you should stop pretending like you care about me. We hate each other, remember?"

"Fine, do whatever you want. I don't care."

"Fine."

"Next time something happens to you I won't be there." And this time, he does really mean to say these words out loud.

"Good."

"Good!"

Turning around to leave me alone, Lucifer almost crushes Covaliov, who immediately rolls his eyes knowing we were fighting a second ago without having to hear it.

"Jesus—" he says arriving in front of me as a long and tired sigh escapes my mouth, trying to calm myself down "I leave you two for one second and you already manage yourselves to find something to fight about."

"The highlight of my night." I add, sarcastically.

"Yeah," he nods "I can tell." Matching my sarcastic tone, Covaliov slowly shakes his head. "Forget about it because I need you to do something for me."

"Yes?"

"Take this to a room upstairs." Looking down to his hand reaching out to me, a brown envelope appearing in front of my eyes wakes my intrigue. "Carefully. It's extremely important, Avery." Nodding, I take the strange envelope between my hands. "The elevator is to your right, first floor to the left, second door you see." I nod, again, trying to not forget about the information. "And—" Covaliov suddenly stops. Focusing on him instead of my task, when my eyes see how the worry in his cut his words short, like he's deciding what to say next as he stares at me and the envelope between my hands, I stay still wondering what's getting him like this. "As quickly as possible, please."

"I'll be alright." I give him a smile. "For you I've done worst and even more confusing." I try to joke to get the strange worry in his eyes to disappear, but he doesn't even let out a smile, instead, a long breath comes inside his nose.

"Go, now." Looking around, Covaliov's hand slightly pushes my body. "Go."

I don't argue, obviously, he's my boss. But more because his worry is as strange as the envelope I'm carrying. "I'll be back."

"You better."

I better?! What's that supposed to mean?!

Ignoring those words, my feet finally make their way towards the elevator. It doesn't take me long to locate it, shiny grey doors aren't easy to miss. Ready to press the button once I arrive in front of it, I lift my hand feeling the coldness of it rush to my skin as soon as I touch it.

"Luci, c'mon!" An excited and happy Ruby enters my ears. Turning my head to see why she's being loud this time, my eyes immediately lead down to her arm wrapped around his. She's holding him tightly, while her mouth keeps talking and talking excitedly. Their bodies are extremely close, sending nothing but a strange tingling feeling inside my stomach. I've definitely felt this before and not too much for my surprise, those times, it only happened when I'm looking at Lucifer.

Hatred? Most definitely.

Because, what else could it be?

Taking a breath in to make it disappear, moving my eyes upwards my heart suddenly jumps to my stomach. Those green shining eyes are locked on mine. Lucifer doesn't look angry anymore, his expression moves more towards frustrated and worry, all mixing together in that face of his. But I can't keep looking at him for much longer, the sound of the elevator arriving at my floor turns my attention towards it.

Slowly, the doors close in front of me a second after my finger presses the level one button. Another long breath escapes my mouth.

What's this envelope I'm carrying? And why is it important? Money? Documents? Information?

The intrigue inside of me grows when my eyes look at it being carried by my left hand. Lifting it up, the sudden need to see what's inside rushes to my veins. What could possibly be? If it caused for Covaliov to be worried of me taking it to this room it can't be something simple, it has to be important as if me losing it would be the end of the world.

What if it has something to do with their past?

Coming to the conclusion of Covaliov wanting to take Wick's group down for something they have done isn't something so far of what I've heard, why Lucifer is so defeated, because they have no way of doing it. What if... inside this envelope it's the reason why the want end Wick? What if, opening it, all of my questions are answered?

No, I can't do that. Even if Covaliov didn't say that I'm not allowed to open it, somehow me looking at it feels wrong... let's be honest, when have I ever not done something because it felt wrong? My boss is not gonna know that I've opened it, it could be important but that doesn't mean that me reading it is illegal? Right? One look isn't gonna hurt me.

Am I just trying to convince myself that what I'm about to do is alright?

Yeah, absolutely.

Before my brain even realises, my right hand is already making its way towards the end of the envelope ready to open it. I don't hesitate, my eyes are quickly grabbed by the piece of paper now in front of me.

ADAM DENIOV.

That is the first thing my eyes read. Dark and in big letters, a name is place on top of more information about this strange person.

Name: ADAM DENIOV.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Born and raised: New York City.
Position: Professional.

Is he a fighter too?

Fights: 39. Wins: 38. Loss: 1.

Oh, yeah.

Reason why he's no longer involved: personal safety.

Involved in what? Fights?

Personal safety? No medical issues, or family issues, but personal safety.

Was he threatened?

Family: unknown.
Name of partner: Emily Bow.
Current home: Ireland.

Is he on Ireland right now? What's he doing there? Does Ireland have more groups? Was he transferred because his life was threatened? By what?

Damian's group?

That could be it. Adam Deniov was a fighter that was threatened by Alexander, probably because he was the best at that time. Having 39 fights in your record and winning 38 of them immediately makes him almost unbeatable. Jealousy must have consumed Alexander. Could've they done something even bigger than just threatened him?

I could be wrong, honestly, but if anyone asked me, everything that I just came up with makes perfect sense.

There's a reason why Covaliov is so over protective of Lucifer... he could be the next Adam Deniov.

Not realising that I'm standing like a lunatic staring at a piece of paper while the elevator doors are opened, my feet take me outside to stand there against the wall and keep going with the clear conclusions my head is getting.

More relief than anything else, even if I'm not right, going somewhere with everything that I've heard and getting the answers that my intrigued self wanted to know, my eyes don't seem to want to stop reading.

Emily Bow.

Who's Emily Bow? Girlfriend? Wife? If she is, why is her name on this? Could she be involved in this? Being in a relationship with the boxer immediately makes her a part of everything, going to fights, seeing him train, probably knew more things than anyone else.

Was she threatened too? Maybe that's why Lucifer is so persistent about me not being in this business, I could get hurt. He has said it a million of times, though. But, this Emily Bow was way more into it than me. She's the girlfriend/wife of Adam, he cared more about her which probably lead to being a weakness for him if anything happened to her. I'm just a secretary for Covaliov and nothing to Lucifer.

Right.

Right...?

Maybe focusing on the story is better for now.

I would be happier if I had a board with every clue right now, like a true detective.

I'm definitely taking a long time for a tiny task. So, making my way towards the second door of the floor, just like coach said to me, my right hand opens it as soon as I locate it. Once inside, my eyes wonder around the room I'm in. There's nothing out of the ordinary, it looks just like a bedroom, with a bed in the middle, a tiny desk and a closet by the left side.

Going back to the paper in my hand, my body knows that I have to let it go and keep moving forward with my night, go back to Covaliov and act like I know nothing. But, a picture in black and white calls my name before I can even decide to open the envelope and save it inside.

The first person that I recognise is Covaliov, he hasn't even changed a bit, with his determined look and serious eyes, he's standing in the middle of two boys. At first, the taller boy gets my attention. I've got no recognition of seeing him before, his hair, perfectly cut on the sides letting the top be free, and his clothes take me to believe that this photo was taken early 2010's. The boy isn't smiling, but that doesn't matter, the kindness in his eyes can't pass unnoticed, not even if the photo can't be seen properly. He must be Adam.

And the other boy, those shining eyes and that sarcastic funny smile... it's Lucifer.

He knew Adam?

He doesn't look much older than sixteen, and as far as I recall it, he started boxing for Covaliov at that age. Could it be possible that Adam was a mentor to him? Every time the subject is brought up, Lucifer doesn't stay still as if he's far off from the whole thing, worst, he takes action and reacts like a person that knew him, more than a normal gym partner would, like a person that was involve with Adam more than he likes to talk about.

Maybe.

Finally being able to understand a bit of everything that's going on, a long breath comes out of my mouth. Even if I could be mistaken on some things, my gut tells me I'm not that far off. Slowly, the pieces of the puzzle come together, fitting perfectly with the old and familiar ones. Every word, every question, every conversation fits with my theory, and being a criminal justice major, spending almost four years putting criminal cases together, does help me a bit more when the question: am I being crazy? comes inside my head.

There's nothing else for me to read in this piece of paper. So, leaving it inside the envelope, trying to make it look like it hasn't been touched on top of the bed, I finally make my way out the door. My feet aren't hesitant like before, focused on my undying intrigue, my body arrives by the elevator faster than my confused self a moment ago.

Being already on my floor, I don't have to wait for it to come. Walking inside of it, another long breath comes out of mouth. Even if I'm relieved that I've opened the envelope and read what was inside, a part of me screams as loud as it can how much of a bad idea it was. I shouldn't have done it, their business is not mine... just like mine isn't theirs.

Shit.

The two sides inside my chest, they one that wanted it and the one that knew it was a bad idea are tearing each other apart. It doesn't matter now, it's done and nothing is gonna change it. All I can do right now is pretend like nothing happened and carry on with my night. Simple as that.

The sound of the elevator stopping and the doors quickly opening, lead my feet to make their way out of it as soon as possible. My eyes wonder around the room expecting to see the same people as before, but the room is empty. The nervousness inside my chest doesn't hold back when there's no noice around me, allowing to bring the memories of what I've done back to my head.

Act normal, Lilith. You didn't just read something that you clearly weren't supposed to. No, right?

Normal.

"Stop." A sudden hand touches mine enabling me to keep going. Confused on the brusqueness of it and how the hand pushes me back, my mouth doesn't say a word. "Where is it?" Damian's voice speaks by my side. He doesn't wait to make his way in front of me and crush my back against the wall, making his presence confidently known.

"Where is it?" His eyes won't leave mine as his hands slightly hurt me from the strength of his grip.

"Where is what?" I ask, confused.

"You know what I'm talking about. Where is it? Where did you put it?" He's desperate to know the answer to his question. And me, I'm just trying to get out of his strong hand holding me in place.

"Damian, seriously, I have no clue—"

Tired of not getting what he wants, Damian slightly lets me go to then push me again against the wall. Doing it more brusquely and more strength, my back starts to feel the pain of the cold wall hitting it. I prevent my mouth from letting out any noise by biting the inside of my cheek.

"Stop playing games with me, Lilith. You should've listened to me, you should've stayed away from all of this but you're stupid enough to not give a shit."

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"I'm gonna ask one more time, where is it?" His patience is running low, I can tell by the way his grip becomes stronger to the point of already feeling my bones hurting.

"Damian, step away from me." I try to sound demanding but the pain suddenly troubles my words.

"Or what?" Now a smile is on his lips sending a bit of chills to the back of my neck. There's no way that me, a person who gets windy after running up the stairs, could win against Damian, an actual boxer, if I try to place my strength against his.

Either way, I get an advantage over him.

"You're the stupid one if you think I'm not gonna kick you on the dick if you don't step the fuck away."

He crushes my back against the wall one more time, hurting it more in the process. "Tell me where the envelope is."

"The envelope?" I ask more quickly than I intended.

Damian's eyes change as if something clicked inside of him. The quickness of my words are gonna have a deeper consequence than I thought.

"You've read it." That phrase doesn't come out of his mouth like a question, but a fact.

"What?" I'm ready to keep playing the dumb girl who doesn't know what Damian is talking about, but the way that a grin escapes his lips as he tilts his head to the side makes me acknowledge how dark his eyes look, willing to do anything it takes to get what's he looking for.

"You did." He doesn't need me to tell him, even if the words didn't come out of my mouth, he's sure about it. More sure than I've seen him and his undying need to get under Lucifer's nerves. "You naughty girl. Looks like I'm not gonna have to look for it anyway."

"I didn't—"

"Where's he hiding?"

Adam. His name quickly rushes to my head making my heart beat faster.

"Who?" I pretend again. Tonight my gut feeling is on high alert, and telling Damian the answer to his question, feels like a terrible idea.

"My patience isn't gonna last forever."

"Mine either. Fuck off, Damian." The palm of both my hands try their hardest to place themselves on Damian's arm, ready to push them away from my body. Somehow, I manage to do it, quicker than he can prevent it or say anything. But, he's faster, and this time, he doesn't hold back, his left hand grabs my chin and pushes me back against the wall with even more strength. I can't help it, a sound of pain shakes out of my mouth feeling how the bones inside my body get the agony of being pushed so many times.

Even if I don't want to give a single hint of me being nervous, the way my heart doesn't stop racing makes my lungs ask for air quicker than normal. Damian doesn't seem to hold back, though, he's determined to get what he wants no matter what.

"I didn't want this to end like this but you gave me no choice, Lilith. I'm gonna ask you again, and this time," the grip on my chin holds my face in place "you better fucking answer me... Where is Adam Deniov?"

"I've never heard that name in my life." I stay it as my move, play as dumb as a girl who just walked through the front door.

"Do you really want my patience to end?"

"Maybe." I joke. "Are you more fun that way?"

I try to ignore the pain on my skin once Damian does it with more strength. "It does hurt, huh? Should I ask again for you to answer me?" I don't say anything, I know if I do, my words aren't gonna come out as confident as before. "Lucifer is not here to save you, what are you gonna do now?" My chest tenses up listening his tone get more dark and deep, breathing as if he's trying to hold control of himself. Even then, I have to close my eyes for a second wishing this to be over, because... I don't know how much longer is Damian gonna control himself against me. "He doesn't seem to care anymore, does he?" His face moves closer to mine, mixing our breaths together. "Maybe if I give you a little kiss right now you'll see how you're better with me—"

My hands get ready to push Damian's face off like an automatic reaction. They go up uncertain of the possible consequences of my actions. When I do, closing my eyes without thinking about it, I get ready to feel his skin on the palm of my hand... he's not there. He's no longer there. His body is not against mine, his breathing is long gone just like my chin is free of his grip.

Opening my eyes, my heart suddenly stops.

"You touch her again and I'll kill you." Lucifer grabbing Damian by the neck of his shirt appears in front of me. My eyes can't seem to focus on anything else than him, ready to tear Damian apart with only his eyes. "Did you hear me? I don't give a fuck about the fight, if you even think about touching her again like that I'll end you, Finch, you won't have hands to touch anyone like that ever again. Do you understand me?!"

Pushing Damian away, he ends up on floor as his hand caresses his neck, where Lucifer was strongly grabbing him. I don't say anything, I don't think I can to be honest, the shook of everything that just happened has took over and my head is nowhere... expect on Lucifer, who's eyes don't leave Damian. Intimidating as he always looks.

"Are you alright?" Covaliov standing in front of me makes my eyes lose Lucifer. Gently grabbing my arm to place me inside of the elevator, I realise that my heart hasn't stopped racing, feeling like a bomb about to explode. I don't argue about Covaliov making me go on elevator to take me away.

The doors are starting to close making Lucifer meet my eyes. He's angry, but not at me. Once he realises the state of my own body his eyes give me nothing but a true sweet look. Not cocky, or even annoyed that I ended up on this situation, but feeling sorry. Feeling guilty for allowing it.

The first one to show up and prevent anything else happening was him, who knows what would've happened if he didn't? Lucifer told me that he wasn't gonna be there for me if something bad happened, but look at him, standing there ready to kill the man that laid his hands on me.

He was there no matter how sure he was before about not caring. And I get the feeling, it isn't gonna be the last time.

...