My heart stopped, that one word did that to me. I didn’t need to guess, I knew that voice. I’d hear it every day in my memories and dreams. There was no deluding myself or saying a final prayer that it was anyone else – it was no doubt Lucifer. He was here and he was going to… I don’t want to find out. When I didn’t turn around or acknowledge him, I heard him take a step forward and I finally spun around in fear to see what he was doing.

Lucifer stood there in a short sleeve black t-shirt. For once, he wasn’t wearing his cut and that made me more nervous. He always wore it, it was a trademark and that in itself was a warning bell. Did he not want anyone to be able to identify him? His legs were spread wide and his arms were crossed on his chest. He looked perfectly calm and in control, but the tick in his jaw gave him away. He’d been in my presence all of a minute and I’d somehow managed to piss him off. Not. Good.

“Lucifer…” I greeted hesitantly.

He grunted and took a couple of steps towards me. “You know, you are one hard girl to find. Then when I catch you, I find you with another man on a date. You love the view, don’t you? Romantic…” he trailed off.

I suddenly remembered James and looked around anxiously for him. “Where is James?” I asked.

Lucifer chuckled but there was no humor in his voice. “How sweet... Here we are, you standing so close to the edge by the water – after I had to track you down and I’m sure you know I’m not happy about it. Then your concern is him? He must be one fucking hell of a guy you got there.”

I shuddered. “What did you do to him?” I demanded.

“What’d I do to him? You should be worried about what I’m going to do to you. I’m not sure if I’m going to put you in the truck like I’d planned or if I should push you over the fucking edge right now.” He took a few more steps until he was directly in front of me. “Honestly though, if I’m going to end you it would be a helluva lot more satisfying if I do it with my bare hands. Wrap my hands around your scrawny neck until the last breath of air leaves your body.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “You… You want to kill me?” I asked in a whisper.

His eyes narrowed. “I want to do a fucking shit ton of things to you and really… none are good. Let’s go.” He said pointing towards the parking lot.

I stood my ground. Shoot, if he’s going to kill me I might as well keep my backbone, right? (Right… I don’t need you to confirm my stupidity.) “Where is James?” I asked more forcefully.

“Your boyfriend is going to have his throat slit in two seconds if you don’t do as I say… what the fuck? Was he going to be your new baby daddy?” he said tauntingly.

 My eyes rolled involuntarily causing him to growl. “It’d be hard to convince people that a gay man fathered my child.” I spat at him.

He sighed. “I don’t care if he was fucking cats for a living; he’s going to die unless you do what you’re told. My order? Get ya ass in my fucking car now, I’ll be right behind you.”

I shuddered. He was so cold and brutal, worse than he’s ever been to me. I’m assuming this is the part of him that everyone has always feared. I knew there was menace in him, but I’d never experienced it… until now. I didn’t think it was wise to push him any further, so I did as he said and walked to the parking lot. James’ car was there but it was empty. I noticed Lucifer’s black escalade and walked to the passenger’s side and hopped in.

The drive was long, silent, and mostly uncomfortable. Lucifer didn’t spare me a glance and I was just purely afraid of what the heck he was going to end up doing to me. He’d not said a word as to what he wanted or what was going to happen and that scared me the most. I had no idea where exactly he’d end up taking me or if I was even going to make it there. Every time the car slowed or stopped my heart would stop beating thinking that this was the end.

At some point, exhaustion overcame me and I somehow fell asleep. I was awoken to Lucifer tapping me on the shoulder. When I woke, I looked out the window and realized immediately we were back at the clubhouse. I gulped, not sure what I was expecting but it wasn’t this. My hands began shaking violently. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Don’t fucking speak. Get out of the car.” With that he exited his side and walked towards the door not even looking to make sure I followed. I guess he was confident to know that I would because well… I wasn’t crazy enough to cross him at this moment. Hesitantly I exited the car and followed behind him.

As soon as we were inside, everything hit me. It was like being absorbed into the past. The music was on full blast along with the laughter and voices. The smell of smoke and liquor infiltrated my nose. Lucifer continued to walk into the main room where I’m sure everyone was and I followed behind him. Not two seconds after I entered the room everything went quiet. I felt everyone’s stares on me and I refused to look up. My baby bump was visible, and I’m sure it was garnering attention. I was busy watching my feet that I didn’t notice a body planted in front of me and smashed into it. I looked up to see Bull watching me curiously.

“Hey sugar?” he greeted me with a wary smile.

I let out a breath. I figured that he at least wouldn’t harm me. “Hi Bull.”

He opened his arms in offering and I gladly accepted his hug. I’d stay in the confines of his arms if I could knowing he could at least try to ward off the beast. This seemed like the safest place to be in here. I was snapped out of it when Lucifer’s growl broke through, “let’s go.”

I stepped back and offered Bull the best smile I could muster, which couldn’t have been convincing at all if his worried expression was any indication. He squeezed my shoulder, “I’ll come see you, yea?” He asked and I nodded.

I went to catch up to Lucifer and caught sight of Nettie who was watching me with sorry, watery eyes. I offered her a small smile and made my way to the door. Yes, you know which door I’m referring to. The one in which he kept me caged behind that only he had the key to. Beyond that door was a set of stairs going up to a landing with three more doors. One is the room on the right in which I’m sure I’ll be confined to once again. The second, being a shared bathroom. Lastly, it was Lucifer’s room. Why’d he keep me here of all the possible places in the clubhouse? Is so that I’m away from everyone and he could keep a hawk’s eye on me.

He led me back to my old room and kicked the door open. I entered hesitantly and took a seat on the bed. It appeared untouched from the last time I’d been here with the exception of the made bed. I scanned the room slowly taking it in as memories one by one bombarded me. Being alone, feeling angry, arguing with Lucifer, fun days and nights with Bull, and mostly the intimacy that Lucifer and I had shared in this room. I noticed a door in the room that hadn’t been there before and I eyed it curiously. When I heard Lucifer move, I returned my attention to him.

“Back here again?” I asked.

He grunted. “Look, it doesn’t have to be like this… what do you want from me? Are you planning on keeping me here in the club?” I asked.

He nodded slowly. “Until when? When I have the baby? Then what? You take him and get rid of me?” I asked.

He shrugged and cocked an eyebrow. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do to you yet.”

I sighed. “So this is it? Put me back up like a prisoner and keep me sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to decide how to hurt me?” I asked.

Another shrug, this was getting annoying. “I’ve done nothing wrong!” I argued.

His eyebrows flew to his hairline. “Haven’t you?” He asked a little too softly. He walked to the door and opened it to leave. “Don’t go anywhere.” Were his last words to me, his tone however was extremely disturbing. I didn’t trust it at all. When the door shut behind him, there was an extra click. I got up to inspect the door and realized it wouldn’t open. He’d locked me in! At some point while I’d been gone he added a lock and it appears to only work from the outside.

I groaned in frustration and walked over to the dresser. There was a bulb from Christmas hanging off the side of the mirror. It was one of my favorites and I’d kept it with me as a reminder of that night. How it made everyone happy and was ultimately a turning point for Lucifer and I. I snatched it down and threw it across the room. It hit the mysterious door and shattered into a million shiny purple and silver pieces. Once again, I stared at the door and walked over to it. I mean, what did I have to lose at this point really? I turned the knob and it surprisingly opened easily. I stepped inside and was shocked to see it led into the bathroom between my and Lucifer’s room. He really thought this through huh? If he were going to lock me in, I’d still need the restroom… how considerate. I walked to the door that I’m sure was connected to Lucifer’s room and of course, it was locked. Wasn’t he one smart cookie?

Instead of sulking I decided to take a long bath and wash off the events of the last few hours. I needed to get my head on straight if I was going to make it through this, let alone out of this. When I was done, I entered the closet not at all surprised to see it loaded down with all of my clothes from the home I’d left here. Not only that, but my sketch and design stuff was here also. He must’ve been extremely confident that he was going to find me based on the measures he’s taken. It was unsettling to say the least.