Lucifer
Emilia sat back, leaning against the cold stone wall, wondering when her life had gone from being invisible to being kidnapped and sold to be used and degraded by the men who buy her and the girls she tries to protect.
“Get up! The boss wants you!” a gruff male voice spoke, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her towards the steel doors towards the one who recently bought her from the underground sex trafficking.
She used her hands to break her fall when she was thrown to the ground at the feet of her new owner, and she prayed he would just kill already.
“Hm, I see why everyone adores you, little one,” Emilia blankly stares above the man’s head, not daring to look at the man who bought her.
“Shy are we? Well, that can be arranged, little bird,” the man darkly said, waving his men out of the room.
Emilia heard the door lock behind them, and her nerves were getting to her, expecting him to use her body for his own needs.
She kept her body still, feeling his dirty hands roam over her barely clothed body, closing her eyes, wishing this would all be over.
She was roughly picked up and chained to the bed, knowing what was going to happen to her once again ever since she was fourteen years old, scared and lost of her innocence the day she met her first owner.
She felt the searing pain all over again from the man forcing himself into her petite, thin body with her tears falling down her bruised face.
She bites her lip from whimpering in pain with each movement from her new owner thrusting and tightly holding her body, hurting her even more.
The ordeal lasted only twenty minutes, and she lay there feeling more of her soul and heartbreaking from having her body and purity ruined once again.
She was then roughly taken out of the room and thrown into another room where more of his men were waiting for their turn to use her for their own selfish needs, and all Emilia wanted was to be free from this life.
A few hours later, Emilia whimpered and groaned in pain, laying in her cold metal cage the size of a medium-sized dog, bare for everyone to see, and she did not know how much time had gone by since she was tortured and used.
She heard many loud voices upstairs, and she was not sure what was going on and what was happening since she could barely open her eyes from the swelling that was inflicted on her body.
She can hear the other girls whimpering and sobbing out, afraid of the unknown, and all she can do is fall asleep, waiting for the day she can be free from the torture and pain of being a sex doll and sold.
Lucifer kicked in the door to the house of some gang leader who runs a sex trafficking ring, and he, alongside his MC, is working with the local PD here in Jefferson, Texas.
He created the Arch Angel MC after returning home from serving his country as a marine alongside his brother, knowing that life would become more challenging after being overseas during the war and bloodshed.
The MC owns many legal businesses helping Jefferson and keeping their small town safe and protected from low-life scum like Jason Derosles.
The man who has tried to steal young girls from other MC Clubs’ daughters and women all over the state of Texas.
He cocked his gun, allowing the barrel to place in a casing, and he shot threw the men that were all sitting in the room with his brother’s all behind me doing the same his only goal was to find Jason and take him off the streets.
“Micheal, Rooster, take over from here. Gabriel, you’re with me,” Lucifer ordered, moving swiftly towards the basement steel door that was closed tightly.
Lucifer stood back, allowing Gabriel to place small C4 glue on the hinges.
They waited a few seconds, and the door flew off its hinges, landing a few feet across the room. The moment they walked in, they could hear many whimpers and sobbing from the women hiding there.
Lucifer was beyond pissed off seeing so many of these young females that were either taken from their homes or even sold to live this life.
He started ordering a few of his men to help get these young girls out, and he noticed a petite woman nude the day she was born.
He felt his heart break seeing her body filled with many bruises, and he worried he was too late to save her. He cautiously moved towards her cage, using the bunt of his gun to break it open.
He checked her pulse, letting out the breath he was holding when he felt her small pulse telling him she was alive.
He carefully lifted her out of the cage, holding her close to his chest, feeling his blood boil, and seeing her heart-shaped face swollen with bruises showing on her beautiful face.
“Prez, we found him. Micheal, along with Raphael, took him back to the compound,”
“Good, make him sweat,” Lucifer darkly said, leaving the place with his brothers and carefully taking his seat in the truck they were bringing for the woman who would all be taken to the hospital to be checked for injuries.
He gently situated the young woman he held close to his chest, having her sit sideways on his lap with his enforcer and brother driving them to the hospital.
Lucifer quickly got out of the truck and rushed inside the hospital with the bit of beauty in his arms, who was barely breathing when he handed her over to the medical staff.
He cursed, lacing his hands behind his head, worried for the young woman he had saved from the place of nightmares.
“Prez, the girls have been taken with the other medical teams, and I have called Sherrif Holms, and he will be here to help find the young girl’s family,” Micheal said from next to me.
I paced back and forth, waiting for someone to come out and tell me about the condition of the woman I had brought in. I am praying I had brought her in time for them to help her.
“Sir, the doctor wants to speak with you,” a nurse shyly approached and told Lucifer. Lucifer quickly followed the nurse, ignoring her wondering eyes, wanting to discover how the little angel was doing.
He walked into the room to see the little head beauty resting and looking cleaner than when he had found her lying at the bottom of the cage, beaten half to death from whatever shit she had endured.
“She is fragile, and her body could not handle the fetus that was growing. We had to remove the dead fetus, and she is in an induced coma from her injuries. I suggest she goes through therapy once she has healed physically,” The doctor explained, and I felt bile rise, feeling sick to know this red-haired angel had gone through the worst of the evil from the life of sex trafficking.
Lucifer sat next to the woman he had saved earlier this evening. He took her small hand, rubbed his thumb on the back, and moved her hair away from her face.
He softened his eyes towards the little lady, hoping he could help her move forward with life and give her a chance at freedom from the harsh world.
Emilia softly groaned, slowly opening her eyes and closing them from the bright light that was above her.
She blinked, opening her eyes to see she was in a hospital, and her mind freaked out, wondering how she even got there in the first place.
She turned her head towards the door that opened to see a huge, burly, muscular man with a roguishly handsome appearance and blushed when his deep blue eyes landed on her.
“Thank God you’re awake, sweetheart,” Lucifer softly said, going over to her bed and taking her hand with his. He kissed the back of her hand with a smirk, seeing her cheek flush red.
After a few minutes of Lucifer explaining everything, he left to find the doctor in charge of her care, letting them know she had woken up.
Emilia was shocked to find out that the unknown man named Lucifer was the one who had saved her and all of those other young girls who were fresh for the taking off the market.
Laying back down, Emilia was lost in thought when the door opened again with the same roguishly handsome man with his fade-style dark hair, the long piece combed backwards, sharp ridged masculine features, and rich, deep blue eyes that can see into your soul.
She blushed again when he locked eyes with her, and she could not understand why he was still here after saving her from the years of being tortured and used for pleasure.
“Hello, dear. Can you tell us your name?” the doctor softly asked her.
Emilia stared blankly at them, looking up towards the ceiling, not sure if she should in case they send her back to a place that would send her back to the sex ring.
Lucifer could see she was scared even to disclose that information, and when his eyes started to fill up with tears, he watched her close her eyes to fight back and stay strong.
He stood on the other side of her, bent over, and kissed her head. Watching her eyes open wide with confusion, he cursed silently at the fear and confusion on her face.
“Shh, sweetheart. No one will know anything on the other side of this room. I will keep you safe, sweetheart,” Lucifer whispers, moving her hair away from her face.
Emilia let her tears fall at this gentle giant with the leather vest with some logo on the back and his name on the front with the word president underneath his name.
“T-thank you, L-Luci, Emilia softly stuttered, blushing, feeling a little embarrassed about not using her voice in so long.
Lucifer smirked, knowing he would do everything for this woman, even helping her get back to who she was before all this happened.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Lucifer smirked, kissing her forehead.
Emilia sighed, feeling safe in his presence even though the fear was in the back of her mind.
She thought he was nothing like those who had bought her and tossed her around to all their men to satisfy their needs.
“E-Emilia Brighton and I am twenty-one years old now. My parents sold me when I was fourteen years old,”
Lucifer could hear the pain hidden in her voice, and the doctor watched silently, knowing this would either make or break Emilia, especially when her parents were now waiting for her outside.
“Shh, Emilia, sweetheart, I won’t allow them to come near you,” Emilia nodded, not taking her eyes off the man who saved her from being used as some whore for the rest of her life.
“Do you know why they sold you in the first place?” Emilia looked towards the doctor, accompanied by another unknown man in the room wearing a uniform.
She quickly wrapped her arms around Lucifer’s neck, hiding her face, and Lucifer wrapped his arm around her slim waist, holding her close and cooing in her ear, helping her to calm down.
He looked over her head towards Sheriff Holms, knowing he would want to speak with Emilia and find out what other information they may need to help stop this from happening again.
“Shh, baby, you’re safe; I will never allow anyone to harm you on my watch,” Lucifer cooed, kissing her temple and sitting on the bed with Emilia clinging to him.
“W-Who is he?” Emilia softly asked, looking up at Lucifer with fear and biting her lip, scared of what would happen.
“He is a law enforcement officer, sweetheart, while I am the President of the local MC here in Jefferson, Texas,” Lucifer said, softening his eyes at the beautiful woman in his arms.
“Hello, Emilia. I am sorry if I have scared you. I am close friends with Lucifer and his MC, seeing how they work closely with the Police Department. If it will make you feel better, Lucifer can stay in the room with you?”
Emilia bit her lip, looking between the officer and Lucifer, who was holding her close to his chest and staring the officer down with a cold gaze.
She realized he was making sure the other man would not do anything to her, and she felt her heart race with unknown feelings.
She nodded, hiding her face against Lucifer’s broad, muscular chest, gripping the front of the leather vest.
She was gently lifted to sit on Lucifer’s lap, and she felt even safer being in his stronghold, knowing she was safe.
“Okay. Do you think you can answer a few questions?” Sheriff Holms asked, sitting near the end of the bed with one of the most dangerous men to be around an innocent woman.
Emilia was confused and unsure how this would do anything, seeing that she barely knew anything that happened unless it was to take care of the other women who were brought in.
“O-Okay,” Emilia softly stuttered, resting her head against Lucifer’s chest, feeling warm and safe.
A few hours went by with the questioning and Lucifer stepping in to stop putting his woman in any more turmoil from having to deal with the past of being sold as a prostitute.
Sheriff Holms nodded and headed towards the two people going with the Arch Angel’s MC members after seeing the young woman being outright claimed by their President.
Emilia happily sighed, curled up on Lucifer’s chest, waiting for the go-ahead for her to leave and head home with him after weeks of being cooped up in the hospital.
She couldn’t care less about what would happen to her parents, seeing how she is now an adult who would get the chance to have the freedom to do what she wants.
“Well, everything looks great. I will get the nurse to bring the release forms,” The doctor said with a smile.
Emilia was happy to get out of there after being in the hospital for weeks since she was saved by her guardian angel in leather.
“Are you ready to head on home, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked, smirking when he saw her face blush and look at him with the sweet innocence of an angel.
“Yes, Luci, I am ready to leave here.” Emilia happily said, getting out of bed with his help.
Emilia was happy to leave the dreaded place with the man who had stood by her side, showed her what it meant to be taken care of, and showed genuine tenderness even if he was dangerous.
“Baby, do you need my help?” Emilia giggled, walking out of the bathroom and staring her head at the bog burly man with the smouldering eyes and attractive smirk.
“Luci, I’m okay. Can we get some food once we leave?” Lucifer chuckled and shook his head, holding his arms out for his little angel, pulling her against his chest, and kissing her head.
“Sure, my love,” Lucifer cooed, smirking against her hair and stared at the nurse who walked in on them with wide eyes and blush.
He quickly signed the release forms and picked up his woman, carrying her out of the musty hospital and towards the start of their new life away from the past.
Lucifer walked into the clubhouse with his woman huddled against his side, holding his hand, and looked around where he had built from the ground up with his brothers.
He took them to the far side of the bar in the back booth, where his fellow brothers were waiting for him to arrive.
They were hoping to meet the president’s old lady after everything that has happened in the last few weeks since the incident of the sex trafficker.
Lucifer sat down and pulled his ole lady onto his lap, holding her by her waist, talking to Micheal and Gabriel about what had happened since he took time off to be with his ole lady.
“Alright, fuckers! Listen up!” Lucifer hollered, slamming his hand on the table with his woman giggling in his ear.
He kissed her temple, amused that she had learned not to fear him with how he can be when he is possessive and overprotective of his family and his little angel.
“This young woman on my lap is my ole lady, and I want you all to respect her the same way you respect me. Am I understood?!” Lucifer darkly yelled out to get his point across, and he smirked when all his fellow brothers hooted and hollered with their hands across their chests.
Emilia watched happily from her perch on her man’s lap, eating the food placed before her by one of the prospects, eyeing her with admiration and ignoring his president’s cold, stern glare.
“Here, my love,” Lucifer softly cooed, placing his woman on his seat, and he stood up with Michael and Raphael while Gabriel stayed back with Emilia, talking to her about the newest movie coming out.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Lucifer said with a smirk, crossing his arms.
The prospect nodded, and his eyes widened when he saw the deadly look in his president’s eyes when he saw what he had admitted.
Before the prospect could make a run for it, Michael grabbed him by the back of his cut and dragged him away, kicking and screaming to be let go.
Lucifer kissed the top of his ole lady’s head, leaving her to deal with a disrespectful fuckhead that was eyeing his woman’s needs, and that pissed him off even more.
“Well, well, I see Michael had his fun,” Lucifer smiled, landing a solid punch against the young man’s swollen face.
The prospect groaned in pain, fearing for his life, when he realized he fucked up with the prez’s ole lady who was wearing her property cut, saying property of Lucifer on the back of her cut.
“You see, I do not take it lightly for my woman to be treated anything less than what she is, and that is my Queen, this MC’s queen.” Lucifer darkly said, patting the men’s face while allowing his brothers to each take turns giving this dumbass a beating of his life.
He pulled his gun out, flipping off the safety and point blank, killing the idiot who dared disrespect his woman and the other old ladies of The Arch Angel MC.
“Clean this up,” Lucifer ordered, handing over his pistol to Raphael, who oversees all the clean-up and interrogation as his Enforcer and Road Captain.
He left to search for his angel and woman, and his eyes softened when he saw her surrounded by the MC children, who were happily listening to her and reading to them all.
He ate at their booth, sipped his beer, and watched his love do what she loves: caring for the children and the MC members. Whenever they needed advice or help, she was always there for them.
“Prez! We have a problem!” Lucifer quickly stood up from his seat with his angel, now staring at him with worry, knowing that whatever was happening, the lockdown was going into place.
Lucifer approached the main gate, where the prospect told him about the issue. He raised an eyebrow at what was happening with Sheriff Holms standing there.
“Sheriff Holms, what can I do for you?” Lucifer calmly asked, his arms crossed over his chest. He stared darkly at the officer, wondering what was going on.
“Lucifer, it would seem Emilia’s parents want their daughter back, and I told them that she was an adult with her own life.”
Lucifer scoffed, knowing what was going on ever since he let them go with a warning, and now they are starting up shit again.
“Fuck, are they here with you?” Lucifer waved the gate guards to open the gate for Holms to drive in with the fuck heads that were his woman’s parents.
He turned away from the gate, walking back to the main clubhouse with Holms following behind, and he could see the two idiots sitting in the back of his car whispering.
He rolled his eyes, wondering, after so many months of everything happening, how his wife had given herself to him after he had worked hard on helping her realize her worth and that she deserved everything in life.
“Baby, your parents are here, my love. What do you want me to do?” Emilia looked up from reading the recipe on the tablet in the MC kitchen.
“Oh? I thought you had dealt with them already?” Emilia curiously asked, feeling confused about why they were there.
She quickly laced her fingers with her husband’s, wanting to know why they were here in the first place now that she was finally happy and had found her home with Lucifer.
They walked to Lucifer’s office, where she knew they would be, and for some reason, this was not how she wanted things to be dealt with.
She walked in, kissed her ole man’s cheek, thanked him, and took her seat behind the desk with Lucifer standing behind her with his arms crossed, his chest showing off his muscular body.
“Mother, Father, Sheriff Holms. What can we help you with?” Emilia calmly asked, giving them all a sweet smile and folding her hands on her lap.
“Emilia, we want you to come home. We have missed you,” her mother said, sniffling.
“Sheriff Holms, we can take it from here,” Lucifer calmly said, keeping his emotions in check for his wife, seeing how they recently found out about their first child together.
Emilia silently watched her husband speak to one of their prospects to escort the Sheriff off the property.
“Emilia, please come home,” Her father calmly said, giving her a dark look that she knew was hidden from the town’s sheriff.
She pulled out the pistol that her husband had under his desk and flipped off the safety, keeping it on her lap in case her father decided to try and force her to go with them.
“Sweetheart, what do you want me to do?” Lucifer darkly asked, walking back into his office to see his wife hiding the gun on her lap.
He raised one eyebrow towards her with a shit-eating grin, knowing exactly what she wanted, and that was to get rid of the problem from her past that kept haunting her.
“Gabriel!” Gabriel came over, entered the office, and closed the door, waiting for his prez and brother to give him orders.
“Take these two down to the pit and do as you see fit; we need to get rid of the problem,” Lucifer calmly said, watching, amused at the two squabbling and screaming people.
Emilia watched on, amused, rubbing her tiny baby bump. She was craving fried chicken and ranch sauce with iced tea.
“Luci, can we get fried chicken with ranch and iced tea?” Lucifer sighed, smiling softly at his wife, kissing her sweet lips with his hand on her baby bump, feeling at peace.
“Alexander Greyson!” Emilia called out. She watched her five-year-old son on his dirt bike doing intense tricks, worrying her while feeding her three-month-old daughter.
“My love, calm down. He is safe and fine,” Lucifer said, chuckling at his worried wife, who was holding their second child and breastfeeding his little princess.
Emilia sighed, shaking her head, knowing she could not stop her adventurous son from doing what he loved—participating in the dirt bike races his father had entered him when he could walk.
She watched her husband rush over, laughing when their son got back up and grinned head to toe in mud.
“Lucifer! Get your son washed. It’s almost time for dinner!” She called out, laughing and burping her little girl, who was giggling and looking around at everyone.
This life was not something Emilia had hoped for, not since she was sold to a young cage. Now, she has her freedom and is with the man she loves with everything in her heart and soul ever since he saved her all those years ago.
She felt at peace watching her large family and seeing her husband and the president of Arch Angel’s MC show his loving side within the walls of the MC compound.
She knew this was the life she had always wanted, even if she did not think she needed it.
“I love you, my precious angel, my loving wife,” Lucifer softly told her, holding their son on his hip.
“I love you always, my loving husband, my saviour,” Emilia happily said, kissing her husband’s lips and feeling her son push his face away.
“No, bad papa. My mama,” Alexander huffed out, pouting.
Everyone watched, laughing at seeing their President with his family.
They all knew it would be time for them to find their happy endings with their old ladies and children one day.
One brother was sitting in the back in deep thought, thinking about a petite, curvy woman who had opened her café downtown, and he planned to make that little woman his ole lady.
