Page 139 of Once A Crime Lord

She looked down at Steven’s head. His eyes were open and staring at her. This fucker tortured Manny, stabbed her, hunted her like some fucking dog while she was pregnant and would have killed Carmen and Nora… With a scream, she drew back her foot and kicked Steven’s head, which sailed across the two-story arena into the crowd of spectators. There was a yell as men tried to dodge her missile and then a ringing silence filled the arena. For the first time, she realized there were no women in the crowd and these men looked like gangbangers... or worse. She took a step back and prepared to run when Lucifer laughed.

He tossed an arm over her shoulders. “Your hand to hand combat needs work, but you have great potential.”

“Who’s that?” Carmen asked.

She didn’t know what to think of Lucifer. He allowed Steven to jack off on her and would have watched men torture her, but then he fucking saved her from a bullet. He really was insane. She had the simultaneous urges to kill him, hug him, or order him to see a doctor. She didn’t care that he could handle the pain. She didn’t want him to die... or did she? It was just her luck that she was indebted to an irritating, heartless psycho. “Fucking Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?” Carmen sounded horrified. “Oh my God, Lyla. Get away from him.”

“I’m trying.” She shoved him, which made him laugh even harder. “Asshole.”

“Lyla, he’s a sociopath. He runs Hell. You have to—”

“It’s fine.” She got away from him and tried to ignore the hooting and catcalling from the stands. She gave the crowd the middle finger, which made them laugh uproariously. She gave up and headed toward the ruined executive lounge. “Are you okay? How’s Nora?”

“You took ten years off my life, but I’m okay. Nora’s asleep. Are you coming home?”

“Yes.”

Carmen sighed. “Is it really over?”

She took a deep breath and glanced into the arena at the bodies of Sadist and his henchmen. “Yes.”

“I love you.”

She closed her eyes and clung to her love and warmth. “I love you too. I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up as the guys came through the shattered window. She handed the phone back to Blade and did a double take. She grabbed his chin and went on tiptoe to examine the deep gash on his cheek.

“What happened?” she snapped and spotted two deep lashes on Angel’s chest. Eli was dragging his left leg and trailing blood from a wound she couldn’t see. She whirled on Lucifer. “You have a doctor here?”

Lucifer stared at her. “No.”

“They need stitches!”

Lucifer leaned toward her. “This is Hell, honey. They’re not supposed to leave unscathed. Just be happy they’re breathing and so are you.” Lucifer looked toward Gavin. “You might want to wash up before you leave looking like you left a butcher shop.”

Lucifer walked toward the exit, and they followed. Gavin grabbed her hand as he stomped over the fallen bodies and tracked bloody footprints over the white marble floor. Lucifer led them down a hallway and pointed at several doors before he disappeared.

Gavin led her into a room fit for royalty. Like everything else on this floor, everything was blinding white. This bothered her on so many levels.

“I don’t...” she began, trying to pull back.

Gavin dragged her into a luxurious bathroom. A circular shower stall stood in the middle of the room along with a sunken bathtub. She wasn’t prepared for Gavin to drag her to the ground, rip her top down the middle, and savagely yank off her jeans.

“Gavin,” she whispered as he unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his cock. “There are probably cameras...”

He dragged her into position beneath him, spread her thighs and brushed his cock over her slit. She bit back a moan and heard his growl of approval when he found her hot and slick. She tried to scoot away, but he grabbed her thighs and yanked her into place beneath him.

“They’ll see!” she hissed.

“Let them watch. They’ll never have what I have, the fuckers.”

He wouldn’t be denied. He positioned her and slid inside. His eyes closed, and he shuddered as if he couldn’t handle the sensation. He didn’t stop until he was in to the hilt. His hot breath fanned her face. She was pinned beneath his vibrating body. She could feel him holding back, trying to spare her whatever was going on inside him.

“Gavin.”

Metallic golden eyes pierced hers. The monster that ruled the underworld stared back at her. She wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, she stroked a hand down his bloody face. This man, this scary, wonderful man would die for her. He wouldn’t give up, and he wouldn’t back down.

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