Chapter 80

"Where the hell is he?" Lucifer grunted as he scrambled through his drawers, looking for a particular document. Surely if he didn't know where it was, then Antonio would.

But he wasn't even here, and that pissed him off more than ever. His head held a dull throb and he groaned slamming the drawer shut angrily. "Fuck!" He hissed, running his fingers through his hair. 

He decided that he couldn't wait for Antonio to get back any longer, and would just go to the club to relax and ease his mind. Lucifer was almost certain that if he remained in this room with his anger fueling him, he'd...