2- Undesirable Situation

In a prestigious household of England, an old couple was savoring their tea while trying to calm their anxiousness.

"Mr Grave, your child has no traits like you." Mrs Grave sighed.

"Our child has no traits like us, Greta." Mr Grave corrected his wife.

"Then kindly teach him that there's a life after work and club." She said, worried about her son's constant neglect for life.

"Greta. To be honest, I doubt Lucifer has his first kiss," Mrs Grave gasped at her husband's absurd words.

"Don't talk like that, Mr Grave!"

"I am telling you, marry that stone to someone at least this way he will have a girl in his life." Mr Grave sternly.

"Marry which stone off?" A deep, dominant voice of Lucifer Grave came.

His exquisite gray eyes, slowly making their way to his parents as he took steady steps, narrowing his eyes in irritation.

Water dripping from his raven hair with a towel around his neck, shirtless and flexing his hot body, he asked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Ah, Lucifer, my child... We... We are talking about Rick. Your cousin." His mother chuckled nervously.

Even being a calm and collected person, Lucifer has a firm presence in every aspect of his life which never fails to elicit intimidation.

"It would be better if it's him." He warned.

"Oh from his wedding, I remember, You are thirty years old." Mr Grave tried to mention the topic.

"So what?"

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't." He replied in a strained voice, handing the towel to the young maid whose face was red to see him shirtless.

"Why are you getting angry?"

"I am not angry, I am vexed because this is the 149th time you guys are talking about this topic." He sighed, taking a seat.

"Honestly, if you continue this, I will stop visiting home." He mumbled.

He even counted! The couple thought.

"Then find a girl for you before we do!" Mr Grave was getting aggravated by the lack of interest.

"I don't want to get married or fall in love, if I do, I will tell you." He sighed, closing his eyes.

"At least keep a girlfriend for reassurance." Mrs Grave said, hopefully. He looked at her mother, fazed.

"Mother, if I desire, you will never know how many girlfriends I had."

"So you have..?" Their faces lit up in happiness when trailing off by the expectation that their son might have a lover but he trampled over them with his reply.

"No." They frowned.

"Why are you guys so desperate? Do you want me to get any girl who tries to seduce me?" He asked, distressed.

"No, we-"

"Then I don't want you guys to mention it again. If I want to marry, I will tell you." He was beyond annoyed by this perpetual nagging.

"Also, Rick has a girlfriend and he was asking for ideas to propose to her from me. So-"

He was cut off when he got a call from his assistant Harry, "Hello?" He answered the call.

"We have great trouble, Sir. Larry betrayed us!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" His tone suddenly turned from firm to furious. He stood up and left for his room.

"Instead of dolls from America, he shipped girls. It has become a human trafficking case." His eyes widened in stagger as unprepared tribulation knocked on his door.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!? Larry was one of the most trusted employees and you are saying he did this?!" He yelled over the phone.

"That's why we don't doubt him and signed the papers to let the shipment come. What will we do now? If the police or media get the news of it, we will be ruined."

Lucifer cursed and exhaled deeply to clear his mind and asked, "How many girls are there?'

"Seems like they came from afar and weren't given any food or water. All of them are dead except one."

"Did you take her to the hospital?"

"Yes. She is in the ICU."

"Okay, you stay by her side, keep it out of the Police and Media. Shut the doctor as well. Send me the Address, I am coming."

Lucifer quickly got ready and rushed to the hospital to apprehend the situation and find a solution for it.

"What happened?" He asked, walking to Harry.

"The girl survived, Sir, she got the devil's luck." Harry said.

"Fuck. Why didn't she die as well, this could make it easier." Lucifer scowled.

"And what about that motherfucker?"

"We have caught him. He is where he should be. He told us he did it for money." Larry told him.

"What!? Money? Why would he run after money? He was the warehouse manager."

"He said it himself, he did it for money."

Lucifer sighed and shook his head, "I will see him."

"And what about this girl?"

"Tell me when she will wake up. Don't let anyone else go near her. Keep it out of the media and if there was any need to bribe the police to shut them; then do it but I don't want to be in any undesirable situation because of this girl."

"I will take care of it, Sir. You don't have to meet her."

"I do. She is in this situation because of my fault. It's my responsibility to apologize to her and redeem my mistake by sending her back."

Lucifer said sincerely and went to one of the 'secret' warehouses and saw Larry tied to a chair, his face bloodied from non-stop beating, barely in his senses.

Lucifer took a chair and sat in front of him. He motioned his men on his side to stop and ordered.

"Five questions. Five Answers, Larry." He said.

That's the heartless part of him where he asks five questions and one wrong answer could lead you to your worst nightmare.

"Number one. Why?"

"For money..."

"Listen, Larry. You have been working here for a decade now. You have your family and you have the consequences of lying now."

Lucifer's voice was low but held a glint of malevolence in it. Larry gulped and nodded hesitantly,

"Let's try again. Why?"

"They... they kidnapped my wife and children." Larry broke into sobs.

"Number two. Why girls?"

"Just a random way to stain your name..."

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"He... He killed my eldest son and warned me not to let you know.." Larry was letting out his buried wails with his blurry vision.

"Where is your family?"

"They are imprisoned at home and won't let me come. They have surveillanced our activities."

"Lastly, Who did this?"

"Felix..." He told the name of his enemy.

He wanted to sell drugs with the help of Lucifer but he refused and now he is doing this to destroy Lucifer as a lesson for refusing him.

Stuck in a very disturbing situation, Lucifer had to deal with this affliction now. Swearing, Lucifer paced around.

"Please Sir, take my life but please save my family. I have lost my son already. I don't want to lose anyone anymore."

Lucifer stopped as Larry's words gave rise to an atrocious plan to get out of this situation.

Concealing the existence of the girl was no problem for him- the counterattack is and he will do it.

"Wait...Wait," Lucifer said, taking a seat,

"Listen very carefully." He began to tell them the plan.

"Larry you are going to make an audio recording in which you are going to say the truth that Felix forced you to do this to degrade me. We will fake your death and I will convince your family to support us as well. You will be sent to Mexico to live your life with your family peacefully later after this will be over."

"And what will you do about the girls, Boss?" His guard, standing beside him, asked.

Lucifer smirked and turned to him.

"The original papers stated it was for dolls. We will ship dolls. The shipments came from America and there were dolls in them, not girls. The shipment of the dolls has been made. Let's get the dolls from the third party." Lucifer explained.

"Genius. We will be cleared this way from any suspicion."

"Treat Larry, record the audio. And fake his death and send him to Mexico, your family will come there later. I shall avenge your son's death." Lucifer said assuringly.

"Thank you, Sir... you are very kind." Larry cried grief mixed with assurance.

Lucifer passed him a smile, he might be an embodiment of dominance but from inside, he was like a gentle breeze of affection- seen by a few people and left.