April walked through the glass doors of Gorbachev Enterprises, the polished floors reflecting the light from the chandeliers above. Eleanor, her assistant, trailed behind her, holding a tablet and a stack of documents. As they made their way to the conference room, employees greeted them with polite smiles and nods. April returned the gestures with a slight nod of her own, her mind elsewhere.The conference room loomed ahead, its doors closed, but April could feel the weight of the media presence behind them. Cameras, microphones, reporters—all waiting for her. The thought of her face being plastered across every screen, every newspaper, made her stomach churn. She paused for a moment outside the doors, her hand gripping the polished handle.Eleanor, noticing her hesitation, leaned in and whispered, "Are you okay, April? You don't have to do this if you're not ready."April closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The fear of Lucifer finding her, of him seeing her and dragging her back
**Russia, Moscow** **Bloody Sinner’s Mansion**The last six years had left an indelible mark on the Bloody Sinner’s Clan. The passage of time had only fueled Lucifer’s obsession, turning what was once love into something darker, more twisted. His search for April had consumed him, leaving the Clan in a state of tense equilibrium, where only the necessary mafia activities took place, but little else. Isabella, once a favored member of the Clan, had been banished along with her father after their treachery came to light. They had tried to defraud and kill the Alpha, a move that Lucifer couldn’t forgive. Amelia met a much more gruesome fate; she had dared to attempt Bluey’s life out of jealousy, and Lucifer had ended her without a second thought, showing the Clan that betrayal, in any form, would not be tolerated.Despite the tension, life continued. Spike had married Genevieve, and they now had a three-year-old daughter. Gift and Luciano had also tied the knot, with twins now four ye
Lucifer strode into the office, his heart pounding with a mixture of longing and anticipation. It had been six years—six long years—since he had last seen her. The moment his eyes locked onto April, his world narrowed to just her. Every detail of the past faded away, leaving only the overwhelming need to hold her, to feel her close to him again. Without thinking, he rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, his grip almost desperate.But the reaction he received was nothing like he expected.April's body went rigid, and before he could even process it, she shoved him away with a force that left him stumbling backward. The sound of her palm connecting with his cheek echoed through the room, the sharp sting of her slap shocking him to his core. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze—Aiden, standing at his desk, eyes wide with disbelief, and Lucifer, stunned, one hand touching his reddening cheek as he stared at April in confusion."How dare you!" April's voice was low and
**Hotel Ritz-Carlton, Savannah, Georgia**Mikhail lounged on the plush sofa in his hotel room, swirling a glass of whiskey as he watched the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had been expecting Lucifer to return any moment, and when he heard the door slam open, he knew immediately that things hadn’t gone as planned.Lucifer stormed in, his face contorted with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. Mikhail sat up, watching his brother with a mix of concern and resignation. He’d seen Lucifer in this state before, but tonight there was something different—a wildness in his eyes that made Mikhail uneasy.“Lucifer,” Mikhail began cautiously, “what happened?”Lucifer didn’t respond immediately. He paced back and forth like a caged animal, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Finally, he stopped and turned to Mikhail, his voice low and dangerous. “She slapped me, Mikhail. She fucking slapped me in front of her husband. And she—she praised
**** ****The sun hung low in the Moscow sky, casting long, wavering shadows across the sprawling estate of the Darkclaw residence. The air was filled with the gentle splashing of water as four young children played inside the shimmering pool, guided by their swimming teacher. Laughter and the occasional squeal echoed through the air, a sharp contrast to the somber mood of the three women who stood not far away, their expressions etched with deep worry.Jessica, Genevieve, and Gift watched their children with forced smiles, their hearts burdened by the knowledge of what will be happening in Savannah right now. Their thoughts were miles away, with April, who had just encountered Lucifer after six long years. They knew that this confrontation could lead to devastating consequences, not only for April but for everyone involved. The tension between them was palpable, each woman silently battling her own fears.Gift’s hand trembled slightly as sh
In the deep recesses of their usual dark room, four figures sat around a dimly lit table, their faces obscured by shadows. The air was thick with tension and the stench of fear. For years, they had maneuvered within the Bloody Sinner's Clan, using Lucifer’s ignorance of the mafia business to siphon millions from under his nose. Their scheme had been flawless, or so they thought. But now, everything was unraveling.“I warned you,” hissed the leader, his voice low and venomous. “I told you not to get comfortable. We should have cut ties and disappeared long ago. But no, you all wanted more.”The others shifted uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging nervous glances. They knew the leader was right. Their greed had driven them to push further, to take more risks, believing that Lucifer’s obsession with finding April would keep him distracted. But now that he had found her, their carefully crafted house of cards was about to come crashing down.“Do you think h
The air was thick with tension in the dimly lit underground hideout, where the rogues had gathered in secret. The place was damp and cold, the stone walls dripping with moisture, making the atmosphere oppressive. The rogues, outcasts from the werewolf society, had been forced to live in the shadows, scraping by with whatever they could find. They were the lowest of the low, shunned and despised by even the weakest members of the werewolf hierarchy. But now, after years of suffering and indignity, they had had enough. Their leader, a grizzled and scarred wolf named Gregor, stood before them, his voice a low growl as he addressed the gathered rogues. His eyes glowed with a mix of fury and desperation, emotions that had been simmering for years, now ready to boil over. “We’ve been pushed around for too long,” Gregor snarled, his voice echoing through the hideout. “We’ve been treated like dirt, like we’re less than nothing. Alpha Vlad an
Mikhail's phone buzzed on the marble countertop of his hotel room, the screen lighting up with the name *Demon*. He answered quickly, his voice low and serious. "Demon, what's the situation?" Mikhail asked, pacing the room, knowing the gravity of the call.Demon’s voice, deep and steady, came through the line. “The rogues are planning an unexpected attack on the Feral Fury Pack. They’ve learned that Alpha Vladimir isn’t in his position, and they see this as their chance to strike. You and Lucifer need to book the next flight back to Russia before it’s too late.”Mikhail’s heart sank. He had been waiting for this moment to break through to Lucifer, but now everything seemed to be slipping out of control. “Understood. I’ll inform him right away. We’ll be on the next flight out.”As Mikhail hung up, he turned to find Lucifer standing by the window, his back tense as he stared out at the city below. The once proud and powerful man seemed smaller